Desperate glances around the room
For any sign of normalcy
Fill me with questions about
The things I did? Such as
The paint on the wall and the
Mess on the floor with the
Pile of books sitting next
To the door – And the looks of
Shock when I ask who I am
And the surprise on their faces
As I down stairs I ran
Glancing around as if I’d never seen
The things in this room or
The ones in between
And they look back and forth from
Me to them, “Has she really forgotten?”
Yes, who I am
And how should I know
The answers you seek
For am I the child you knew last week?
“This isn’t my life, is it?” I ask
And the shock again serves to mask
The disappointment in his eyes;
The confusion in hers sighs
I turn about, searching for light
Until I fall, to cry this night
For what I’ve lost
For what I miss
It seems I’m lost, or so I wish.
Author notes
I know, it might appear that the rhyme scheme is off, but, well, I don't know.
A contest entry
- THINK LIKE YOU FORGOT by perJ.
300 points, ended December 14, 2006, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Anything is good, as always
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Very nicely done
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Thanks! I realize that it could use some (okay, alot) of work, but I'm glad you liked it! ^__^
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