her gown's all askew,
nothing can tame her,
ripping and slamming,
hitting and pushing.
garments along the floor,
shoes litter the empty spaces,
her bed cover scattered on the floor,
a lifeless heap blocking the door.
she recently had courage and ambition,
but all in a moments notice,
gone away,
why? she will never say.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
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I think you are growing as a poet (:
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