A ThirstA Poem by Not Afraid of BruisesI wrote this yesterday - thought it was good, so let me know what you think :)
grown, a weed under some giant bush – could you show some compassion? dig up my roots and bury me deeply so these thorns and blooms will never be seen, but let it be in some vacant field, where I can still feel the sun... for I thirst for warmth even as I grow dark. © 2008 Not Afraid of BruisesReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 3, 2008 AuthorNot Afraid of Bruisessomewhere beyond the Tagglewood, RIAboutVisit my website at http://www.caseyomalley.com/default.aspx! News: I was accepted for publication at the Sandy River Review (03/29/09)! PLEASE NOTE: I maybe be only 19, but I have been readin.. more..Writing
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