Monday, June 9, 2014

Inside Words, 1975

Short but to the point
 is what I've been trying to be
  in expressing myself over
   the years on paper.

Pat myself on the back
 and all that, but don't
  pass-up the fact of
   loneliness and despair.

And also don't forget
 that all these words
  of mine don't mean anything
   unless you know the writer.

And don't be surprised
 when someone steps up
  to you and says,
   "Smile, you're you".

Why?

Because I'm me.  A
 shell of a person with
  love in his heart and hate
   all around him including himself.

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