Chey Tru Love

(1/4/97)

No one around


The scary idea of no one around
Being the difference
The loner not found
The void in your mind
Being conquered by emptiness
It threatens your esteem
It kills all your weakness
Your mind becomes twisted
It pollutes your thoughts
It makes you think all the wrong
Freezes your heart
No one to influence you
No guide to go by
The things only you know
Are the only things to guide
The decisions you make
Not all of its rights
But to best they seek fit
To object to see otherwise
The silence the emptiness
The echo of no sound
The point or reason
Of no one around

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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  • Is It Poetry (4/15/2013 7:51:00 PM)

    There in your heart of hearts
    in your pulse
    beats the truth of truths
    and it will show in your eyes....iip (Report) Reply

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