Crest Fallen Tharchen

The Birth - Poem by Crest Fallen Tharchen

No one knows if you exist,
You are like beautiful scenery concealed by a vast mist,
Talker that I am not,
If I was a whole book, I would be a faint dot,
People would not smile as I pass by,
I am like an ignored druggist whose high,
I am just me, that's the way god made me,
People do not notice me,
I am on my all time low,
The last time someone called me it was a month ago,
Sometimes I am akin to this lonely though,
Days pass by, I think and I over think,
I feel, in this sweet scented garden I am a stink,
I must talk and converse,
I have forgotten, why would I rehearse,
This silence and loneliness is suffocating,
Life can be so hating,
This is the birth of the new Shelly or Keating.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 13, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, September 13, 2010

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