Bottled Within Myself

Eh

If you only knew

What happens inside,

Where your eyes cannot reach,

In the place where I reside.

Your words cut,

But I know they aren’t meant to,

Your voice is rough,

But it softens at the end of each syllable.

Your eyes prick my nerves,

But I know you meant to but brush.

Your questions sting,

But I could never tell you

What happens on the inside,

Where your voice can’t reach,

In that place in which I reside.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

Nicely done. Enjoyed this write..xx

[JRB]

very nice write

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"Where your eyes cannot reach", "Where your voice can't reach", I like that so much because sometimes people are unaware of what they can and can't do. Though at times people think that they can ruin someone's life when they can't, or when people think they can fix something that is far too unbroken for their hands to mend. I like this poem.

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this is exquisite my friend...such a gentle rhythm as you coax the reader into your thoughts..lovely

[Fuzzy_Poluzah]

Coolio!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the desire of this poem. You dance with your words on a subject that few desire to tread. Sometimes we need our secrets and can't allow someone to know all.
"But I could never tell you
What happens on the inside,"
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[alan khan]

always interesting to see how every individual person writes about this sort of thing. it's always so passionate and full of power. yours was no exception. awesome simplicity.. i enjoyed this.

[Tasha]

I liked it, the title itself drew me in. Great job.
♥ Ta'Shandra