Banal
I know not of poetry, but of shame
As well as sorrow, lost my tranquility
Had none to blame, felt like horror
But with little feeling, just another machine
A scheming gleam, time for revealing
Enough concealing
Don't know if your hearing
All this freakin time
Hidden behind fake joy
But inside I woe, it's time to let go ...
Copyright © Kyle N. Sampson | Year Posted 2019
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