
*Normally, I would place notes at the end of the poem, but this is one that I wrote when I was in the sixth or seventh grade. Sharing it is a bit scary.
I made only minor changes to it here. Looking back through the poems that I have written over the years is a bit weird. It helps me to see that I have grown over the years (or in this case decades) as a writer.
Little Words, Big Fears
There are words in my soul
Hidden back behind my heart
Sweet, divine thoughts
To touch the souls of men
But they do not move
Too scared and afraid
To bare themselves to a world
of their own creation.
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Only falsity bares itself
And it’s own untrue, evil souls,
If one cannot bear them, one is alone
Like the worlds of my soul
Trapped, too afraid to move
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Reality and truth seem too far
Apart in the soul,
All Crave Truth,
All Crave Reality, Honesty
Yet all eats the sick soup of lies
Black and odious stew of Society
with each new taste, The Soul
is imprisoned…..