I can't tell all about it
Just yet I've discovered my
place
Far behind in the woods
An echo restless calls
I can't stand when
I'm weary
Can't hunger when
I don't care about substance
Lingering visions of more
important tears
Not for me but her
The one that can't speak
She's locked in a little place
Never been given water
can't grow
Mindless AND conniving
But really just a child
Interior blues don't fade
like my eyes with my moods
The stones aren't set
The time passes
BUT SLOWLY
daughter of misery
Do you want to play?
GO AWAY
come back
I can't help but misunderstand
When that's all that anyone's ever done.
don't know how to be "just right"
Just my mama's excuse
&
everyone else's "not
quite good enough."
Mdawn (01/27/1995)
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Please critique my poetry; I am not bashful. Thanks for your feedback! Melissa ;-)