Riding the Rocket

I am invisible to all around me. No one can feel my pain or see my tears: They flow freely. I cry out but nobody hears my plea. I am trapped amongst thieves: My heart, my love, my thoughts have all been stolen by the unknown. The ones that claimed to love me deceived my every belief. Until my tears are dry I cannot be me. So here I sit, confined in my own mind.

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About Mauro Metallo

A Writer and Photographer equally at home in Italy and in Canada.

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