MeaningA Poem by Kaela Craven
I was an addict from the beginning. I knew what it meant to bleed.
I knew what it meant to die for something A little bit each day.
I knew what it felt like to feel nothing Whether I felt something or not.
I knew what it meant to mean nothing. Whoever thought you meant something
Or not. © 2009 Kaela Craven |
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1 Review Added on January 12, 2009 AuthorKaela CravenTucson, AZAbout"Incantations, spells, rituals, what are they? They're poems. So what's a poet? He's a Shaman." "She died laughing. She died in ecstasy. She died with her eyes wide open." Well, if I had to do .. more..Writing
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