Jazz hands

Jazz hands

A Poem by Deana Marie
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Running with the wolves a

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So weak I force myself to stand.

My mouth covered by the upper hand.

Cries in the night, for just one more life.

Memories of my childhood when I dream.

Anything I would give to be wrapped in the summer,

Smile of my innocence.

Lost inside a poem of unrequited pain.

I close my eyes searching for the light to guide me home.

My sweet place I haven't forgot I won't lose hope.

By Deana Marie

2016/7/8

© 2020 Deana Marie


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That's deep and heartfelt. Sometimes, it's all memories that keep us all awake and alive. Though, most of the times, it leaves us all shattered in pain, esp. when we beg for one more time - or life - to be lived in same possession of childhood once we all trudged or passed through, happily or sadly.

Very deep stuff. Looking forward to reading your work, Deana.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Deana Marie

4 Years Ago

Adams.
I apologize that I'm just now reading your words.
Thank you very kindly for b.. read more

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Deana Marie
Deana Marie

Marysville, MI



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