The real me.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Pécheur, Mar 17, 2009.

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  1. Pécheur

    Pécheur Account Closed

    A shot, a push,
    No pressure at all,
    A word, a thought,
    A step and I fall.

    So cold, so lost,
    Silent, no scream,
    A world full of nothing,
    A nightmare, not a dream.

    Hands froze & still,
    They Shake, I cry,
    I walk along the sidewalk,
    With angry tears in my eye.

    Up above, No sound,
    The feeling is free,
    For some odd reason,
    I feel the real me.
     
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Beautiful poem :hug:
     
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