Life In a Mud Puddle

looking into that puddle
reflection of my dirt covered face

slipping and sliding
in that mess of my life

no holding back
what I need to say

no way out of 
this bubble I'm trapped inside of

i can't see out 
but you can look in

seeing me fall
seeing me break

you cringe in resent
of having to see me this way

trying to look away
seeing my face filled with tears

you fall to your knees
screaming, pounding your fists

torcher has no end
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dellinger Avatar
January 30, 2011 at 2:44 PM
ok so I would have to say this is not my best at all. I just joined the soup and I wrote this midnight. I'll for sure post some of my best.:)
Brown Avatar
January 24, 2011 at 3:41 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Morgan. Please continue to write you will do very well. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors this year. Love, Carol
Mehta Avatar
January 23, 2011 at 5:52 AM
Nice touchy write on life in a mud puddle. Morgan
Atteberry Avatar
January 23, 2011 at 2:25 AM
This is a really good read. :) Only one thing though. Torture* But I do love this poem... Hope to see more of your writing on here soon. Take care & Keep writing. <3 Kaci Jo
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