Poetry reviews please?

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The man without a life


There’s someone with a secret,
Around us, in us and with us.
He kept it to himself all his life
But the day of revelation came
And went

He lied and lied to everyone;
No one asked but he lied
High on his alter, he lied
To loved ones, friends and those close.
He wanted better.

His life mutated, twisted, manipulated
He knew, but went on
To finish the story he started
No one listens as the story
Is fake-real.

He wanted a simple life,
Carefree, happy and loved.
The story is finished,
And life goes on.
The man without a life.
 
No life, no adventure, no friends
And yet his days passed with note
Worthy was he of laud
Considering his lacklustre day.

He played and mused much
And spent his thoughts on idle dreams
Dreamt away his life it seems
For wanderings on other planes.

He came and went mileage accrued
Travelled not and yet, in places seen
Who was he with no life to spare
Who would ask, who dares ....
 
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