The third of October

The third of October

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

If you search the sordid darkness of my room

checking behind the pictures of my friends

you will find hidden beneath the the paint and plaster

the hope that I lie about.

 

Amongst my second hand furniture,

and camouflaged by the randomness of my mind

remain the wishes I feverishly make in the middle of the night.

Wishes I make to nobody, that nobody answers.

 

I recoil and I relent only to realize

I am vain as I hide from the truth.

The fact that everyone recognizes 

yet never brings up.

I am still in the throws of loving you.

© 2010 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Added on October 7, 2010
Last Updated on October 14, 2010

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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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