For Never Being Real Poem by Adalie Hettie
For Never Being Real
For never being real
I hide away.
The mind releases transparent slides; a life
Exposed,
So I hide for me.
Under any light it can be seen.
Authority, keep your Expert eye off of me.
Tremors take over to tell the tale,
All behold the ravaged, unkempt temple.
No mirage, no dim light, no casting shade.
I own this bag of broken limbs—they know well
I'm on display
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4/19/2024 2:37:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wild, what a way with words you have, I love this very intense and full of imagery very deeply emotional thank you for sharing Michael