This is another from Ramblings. I am trying to write something fresh for next week. Something not so dark. We will see.
Illusions
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.
db
original post 12-08-2001
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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!)
I like the poem - and we all have moments when dark is the colour of choice. The image is spooky, though.
I appreciate the emotions expressed in this poem, a silent cry for help, well done
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.
Dona Bogart is my sister just thought I would let everyone know that she passed away Dec. 12th 2021 FLY HIGH SISTER 💖💖💖
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