Thursday, December 10, 2009


This is another from Ramblings. I am trying to write something fresh for next week. Something not so dark. We will see.


How can I sit here pretending.

When I really want to scream.

How can I fake it.

The thought to me is obscene.

The daily act of living,

is too much sometimes to bear.

Maybe I could just smile and nod.

Let them think I care.

original post 12-08-2001


chiefbiscuit said...

I love this - the mask is a perfect accompaniment. Don't stop being dark - the world needs dark. It's like salt - you can always add it, but you can't take it away. (Too cryptic? Sorry - I don't really know what I mean either!)

paris parfait said...

I like the poem - and we all have moments when dark is the colour of choice. The image is spooky, though.

Delaleuverses said...

I appreciate the emotions expressed in this poem, a silent cry for help, well done

kerry said...

this is incredibly raw, honest, and frighteningly familiar to me right now. thanks for letting me not feel so alone. you have an inspiring way with words even in the midst of real pain.

pazush said...

i like it.

you like chris daughtry and jordis and so as i :)