Sometimes I scare myselfA Poem by iseekagreaterplaceI don’t understand. I don’t feel like I’m here A film shields my eyes and I’m asleep once again, Broken hearted I’m pulled through the day, Everything I knew was right was long gone, Now everything that was wrong has disappeared too. What am I left with? The burn in my throat? The Craving? Or the new piece of cloth that hangs around my wrist to reming me, Somewhere in a distant place a ripped up dress is left A dress now tied to the night of a downfall, An end of an era. Never to be seen again. All is left is this scrap of cloth, My handcuff to tie me to what is gone. © 2010 iseekagreaterplace |
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