Wednesday Jul 05, 2006

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i am
on the edge
but i hear nothing
i wait
my breath
no longer mine
there is light here
no color
i hear the door
being open
by the breeze
i shift
i turn
my life
stopped
i live
for another
my action
is removed
from
my own
i have split
in two

he has brought me back
i remember why
i am
alive.
catdad:
When you decide that you need to publish your book of poetry, let me know how much it will cost to pre-order. smile
huck:
shhhsh...nor do i...but i love the premise of the poem...i think You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it is my favourite line. biggrin

there appears to be a flash of hope at the end of the above poem. i hope so.

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