Lost

These words are spoken with passion Not these, but those Words spoken among friends, words of attempted substance And still, the message is lost The passion is there, hiding, teasing Ducking and weaving as a boxer would do Trying to explain what I'm saying to you I, am lost When does the humour run its course? When do clowns remove their paint? Do they dare? Do I dare? A mockery A pallid attempt at substance These words, THESE words, are a message A weak apology A hope of understanding, a semblance of personal soul A message wanting to be found Kept in the dark.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 2/8/2024 1:53:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/28/2016 1:20:00 PM

toby, enjoyed reading your poem, Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. XOX -- LINDA --

Skat A

Date: 9/9/2015 3:05:00 PM

Toby, thank you for sharing. A pleasure to read... SKAT

Laura Hay

Date: 8/15/2015 3:22:00 AM

Very powerful words Toby. There's no shame in baring your soul, especially to those who care. There is no need to apologise, for you have done nothing to anyone. It is how we make ourselves feel. Be proud of who you are, and remember that people only need to empathise not necessarily understand to be there for you. Sometimes you need to be in the dark to see the light. I love your poem. Warm Regards, Laura.