Exhibition
The accompanying artwork has stopped showing here. 🙂 Unless that sorts itself out I advise you to go to the original post. It’s well worth seeing.
Words bleed out of my mouth
without my concern,
Keep leaving this body
with no hint of return.
I’m the master
of breaking my own heart,
with weird thoughts
and shattered hope
I keep tearing myself apart.
You can see me
painting canvas,
but it’s not me.
My scars are on exhibition
I don’t want them to be.
People come to me
saying,
You’re art inside out.
I can’t help,
Smiling,
I just wonder and doubt.
Posted on September 7, 2019, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Poem With Image, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Ben Naga 
Beautiful!!
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Yes, isn’t it! I trust you went over to see the accompanying artwork.
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Yea, I checked the original post. Who is the artist of that art work? Is it you?
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I wish. 😀 There is no credit cited, so perhaps Mermaid created the art as well as the poem. You could ask her.
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