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If you see me lying lowly,

you know there is no chance
I want to ever trip on blades of grass

or taste orange, yellow, red
again.


Just leave me in a field
of doubt,

where worries
weigh themselves
within worn hands

until all exhaustion
sets itself
into brittle
bones.


You can let me collect
into a desert of thoughts,

until your mind grows thick
and arid.


Abandon what is left of me
in a puddle
of our moments,

when it sounded like rain
and our voices rasped
themselves into sleep.


I'm too far
gone.
















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But my head is no good.


I hope this is alright...


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  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    September 21, 2008
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    oh my goodness...this poem...this poem...what poignancy..I feel it...


  • Lexie
    September 17, 2008

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    i really liked this and how you said everything so poetically. this poem really inspires me to put more effort into my poems very good. i also like your vocabulary. interesting words in it, made it sound so mature. great job!

    Just leave me in a field
    of doubt,

    where worries
    weigh themselves
    within worn hands

    until all exhaustion
    sets itself
    into brittle
    bones.

    that was my favorite part! loved it!