here i sit-
hiding amongst the soiled linens
hoping you will find me
and scold me for sitting among your past
and that in your chastising
you will say how you became so lost among the dirty things
so i will no longer hide in my own dirty linens
Author notes
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A contest entry
- A Quick Poetry Contest IV by -BlackKnight-.
300 points, ended July 19, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
