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Stranded
Stranded
On the precipice of time
Where, no matter what I do
It seems there is no reason in my rhyme
And the honesty of my lies
Unravel the deceit of my truth
Exposing the self that I fear
As well as the self I want to meet
Yet, I deny that self exists
Even as it stands before me
Naked
In all its glory
Awaiting recognition
Of the beauty contained
Within the dry, cracking skin
That covers it
Hiding from view
That which aches to be seen
On the precipice of time
Where, no matter what I do
It seems there is no reason in my rhyme
And the honesty of my lies
Unravel the deceit of my truth
Exposing the self that I fear
As well as the self I want to meet
Yet, I deny that self exists
Even as it stands before me
Naked
In all its glory
Awaiting recognition
Of the beauty contained
Within the dry, cracking skin
That covers it
Hiding from view
That which aches to be seen
Published 10th Sep 2009
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12th Sep 2009 3:29am
I have just started with Deep Underground but this is first poem that has really reached me and got me attention. I think this poem describes the nature of a poet to the T. Very well done.
