Blurry Silhouette Poem by Denitsa Nikolova
Blurry Silhouette
Rating: ★3.5
Trying hard to be
myself,
put my masks on the dusty shelf.
Trying hard to be
one whole
past-, present-, future-soul
See my ribs,
how they unfold
and what you'll find is
no gold
but painful, wounded heart with
rust
a product of my broken trust.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
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4/25/2024 11:04:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poem. 'and what you'll find is no gold but painful, wounded heart with rust a product of my broken trust.' These are poetic expressions of pain, nicely depicted.