FakeA Poem by Patricia...but what is real?
Fake
And as she went to
greet the dawn she
tread upon the plastic grass
Where the metal trees grow tall
rooted deep in their rubber dirt
Fear and worry have been dismissed
so joy no longer seeks a hold, and
the people ask “how can we know
the price of good when we have
never seen the bill for bad?”
© 2009 PatriciaAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 15, 2009 AuthorPatriciaLindenhurst, NYAboutI'm a college student and fantasy junkie. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, although I've only become interested in poetry, my main medium, in the past five or so years. When I'm not .. more..Writing
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