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He sits speaking, unheard
by those that ask questions
By those that dig deep
to unearth his long buried past
Things that twist and turn
writhing around his soul
Crushing his heart
thorns cutting deep
He keeps things back
as no-one listens
Instead turning things around
to the reality of it all
They turn on him, not
understanding his dream
Tearing it apart, ripping
it into pieces
For it’s them they really
want to talk about
Their own insecurities
and desires
So he travels alone
on his journey
On unknown paths with
no direction but forwards
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Jun 22, 2014
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