Battles We Fight
Disguises we wear
come off at night
as we grip our pillows tight
Many times pondering
upon our insignificant and trite lives....
Come morning blinded by
the dawn's early light
we are reminded in spite
of the many rays that shine
that we can fake many things
but we can't hide the truths
in ourselves we so desperately try to deny...
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
