Carl Mehmet

Rookie (31-03-79 / London, England.)

Dying Out Loud - Poem by Carl Mehmet

When I look back now
Only time could tell me how,
I was dying inside
Looking through the glass of pride

When I see how I died
How I fell...
Nobody to confide,
I put on my masks to hide

Looking beyond my shroud
I was dying out loud
And only time could tell me how

Now I see beyond the clouds...
I don't look at myself and feel proud

I was dying inside
Now I'm alive and free to lay my masks aside.

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  • Child Forgotten (8/9/2012 1:13:00 PM)

    Karma! Enough said. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 26, 2011

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