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Brittle Man

Behind the mask

Struggling not to cry

In the middle

Of an indifferent night

I’m shattered broken

Inside.

Behind self degradation

And our unfinished conversation,

I hide the hurt inside

Though it’s no use,

Of course,

You know me

too well.

Behind hollow laughter

I still grapple for the answers;

Without you,

I’m such a brittle man

How can I bend

To your will?

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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