Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Private Sadness

When puppets make comments
It does not sooth or console
These are my private feels
That block because they know.

I wish I my life were private
So I could just let go
Of sadness that is now
Too strong to show.

Oh cry for me, dear dove
And sore into the sky
To set the Truths free
And let us know why.

How did it all become
Such a confusing mess?
And which ones are there
With the darkest rest?

Oh please don't let
Innocence be blamed,
Not by them or me
Or any other name.

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