SaltA Poem by KeriNot the day to let myself think,
I know the direction my thoughts will take.
Will I be punished for letting my optimism slip?
Here my plastic walls are artificially pleasing.
I can’t resist looking over my shoulder,
through my carefully hung curtains.
I find myself out of gas in the desert.
With the night comes relief, until I realize
that the cold will leave me frozen.
© 2008 KeriReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 10, 2008 AuthorKeriSan Marcos, TXAboutSorry...I know I've neglected my friends at WritersCafe. I'm just too busy. I'll be back again someday soon! Take care, Keri PS Here is a great article for everyone who has to deal with Creative Wri.. more..Writing
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