Ol' What's-Her-Name

Ol' What's-Her-Name

A Poem by Kristine Ferg

Backstage, she waits on pain

and whispers softly.

Her arms a battled background

that remains,

unholy.

 

 

"if it were up to me....

if it were up to me", she says,

"I would be free."

But that just can't...

be.

because of the truth,

she can't own up to things,

and her one belief that she had true wings

was pressured,

it was thrown away.

 

 

how is it now,

she becomes the hero of the play?

 

 

© 2012 Kristine Ferg


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Kristine Ferg
Kristine Ferg

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I'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..

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