Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Washed out


cool stares and premeditated words,
its changed me.

orbiting around a piece of me that no longer exists,
its changed me.

normalcy averted. bliss thwarted,
its changed me.

doors closed shut, but trap doors left open,
its changed me.

appreciation grown while patience is lost,
its changed me.

a gift in disguise, or a curse in plain sight,
its changed me.

clinging to desire, and awash with ambivalence, what I wouldn't give...
to be able to change it.

2 comments:

  1. I love this poem.
    Lisa (follower form jpouch.org

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  2. :) Thanks Lisa (or nick? heheheh)

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