I am Lost,
Wandering in the wilderness of my emptiness
With dry throat I lay beside the stream of pain
While the sun of disappointment bake me to depression
A shadow
Faceless with no emotion
Eyes with no joy
I ain't a weakling
So I stand in front of the mirror
Staring at this unfamiliar figure
Taking of my emotions
Dropping them behind
I wear a make-up
And this smile with a dead heart
Ain't I THE JOKER?
It better the joker than the weakling,
A thing of sympathy
©Ilma
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As a person who is not indifferent of those lines, I can say that I really like the dark poems. Those that can be intriguing, but also, that can be felt in the deep of your soul, that can connect with your mood. I enjoyed it. Keep writing.
Thank you, I'd be sure to pen more
A gentle greeting @ interesting your silence
Deep is your mirror.
Deep is your mirror.