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Underneath My Skin
by Rana M → (All Poetry by Rana M)
Monday, September 25, 2017 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Underneath my skin by Rana M Mysterious shades of fate fallen bad My soul gnawed upon in deprivation Merciless saints wearing horns of evil Mauled my dreams by discrimination Had never been such life I ever wished for There's an infinite pain underneath my Skin I had always been humble ever since Explicitly lovable, pondering acclamation It's a crime to be loyal in the modern world The word "love" seemingly lost its definition Had never been such life I ever wished for I'm alone but alive underneath my skin Even if you find my eyes raining tears My soul's pure with no fluctuation Wandering in this cruel wild world People kept searching my imperfections Had never been such life I ever wished for I'm shattered and lost underneath my skin

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Reviewed on September 25, 2017

It's a crime to be loyal in the modern world

The word "love" seemingly lost its definition

these two lines speak volumes to me, it seems like you have an old soul, an old fashioned heart and a loving disposition that is lost on the modern world. Too bad I say, hold yourself dear despite them and place those fences a few feet apart, allowing only those who deserve the closeness. Take care and thank you for sharing your precious heart so thoroughly, It takes a brave man to do that, xo

Reviewed by Susanne Leist

This poem is much different than your other poetry, darker. More in line with my morbid thoughts. I could hear Hozier's song in the background, "Take me to Church." We all live with our pain, hidden deep beneath our skins.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

I sense that there is a sense of being singled out for being different or not fitting in--discriminated against.

Ron

Reviewed by Rana M

Not the destiny John but fate sometimes makes you think the way I though in this poem.
Only the lucky ones see all the colors of life

Cheers!

Rana M

Reviewed by John Herlihy

There is the recognition of pain in this poem as well as profound perception. Our destiny is not something as "such life I ever wished for." John