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Poem Details
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| Title: | Happiness is the art of being broken |
| Date Submitted: | 1/5/2007 |
| Email: | crimson_surrender@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
Happiness: It's the art of being broken with the least sound, it's accepting all that is and that no more may be found. It's the art of being broken, without a sound to show. I hide the hurt and scars withold the tears that flow. A sound barrier around, keeping it all inside, fortification for the weak, it's in here that I hide. With the pain I built this shield, of hurt and hate and lies. A reason for this lonesomeness a hundred faceless alibis. Each insult forms a brick, each fear, another layer. Insulation from the cruel world for my soul, the unwitting player. No more can one see, through this widening distance, the pain it is for me alone and it's I who needs resistance.... |