Hidden Misery

A sad poem

A silent rain lays behind her eyes

When night approaches, it begins to pour

There are people near, the rain quickly hides

 

A hidden shadow clings to her soul

When observing herself, it cloaks her talents

There are people around, the shadow creeps into it's hole

 

A small voice speaks in her mind

When in depression, it tells the false truth

There are people nearby. the voice isn't showing a sign

Author's Note

I was depressed when i wrote this....

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

perceptions are always coloured by prevailing moods. A fit of the blues usually corrects itself.The act of writing it down in black and white often provides the cure
Nicely presented in well thought out poeticprose