A Place Even I should Not go Date: Monday, 7th July 2014 @ 08:01:12 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: invierno For whom do I write? It should be for me. Is it then truly, or I am pretending, embracing, again falsity? I'm a tired subject- this glass I am under, the lens of myself so focused it plunders. What is left? My soul's been laid bare. How much of my stores on shelves left to share? I'm digging deep now; the shovel is dirty, heaving and sweating- this thing that I am. The bottom of me, a place not meant for eyes, creepy and crawly, so heavy I sigh. I've shown my face- the one everyone sees, I've even gone deeper, I'm down on my knees. The place that is left- no one should know, a place even I, Even I, should not go. This poem is Copyright © invierno Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=178738