by Danette M. Scott

Created on: January 19, 2009

Poetry: Shame

Inner feelings so difficult to name

Inhabit our thoughts and minds

Bringing about hurtful shame

Desires of the heart it reminds

Of the truth that damages our hearts

Pulling us down

We build ourselves psychological ramparts

An imaginary retreat, a real ghost town

That's where we shall be found

Hinding in the dark corners of this town

Covering our faces qith cloth all around

Filled with thoughts of death we do abound

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