PovertyA Poem by mysticgmekeepr
I have grown lean
my cupboards are sparse; canned words have been eaten, digested and spewed. Thoughts and sentences hide behind curtain and couch, like a small child hiding and taunting, find me if you can. Left thin and spindly like hungry fingers grasping sorting through, emptiness and poverty, frantically searching for a clump of thought., © 2011 mysticgmekeeprReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 21, 2011 Last Updated on January 21, 2011 AuthormysticgmekeeprOHAboutI am a woman and a child, an adolescent in an older persons shell, an ancient in a child's disguise, a mystery and a metaphor, opposites and contradictions, swirling waters and peace. more..Writing
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