Tuesday, 6 December 2011

A Poem to Share

Undone.

I am done and undone,
I wonder if I can write a poem,
I hear a breeze sigh,
I see eagles,
I want peace.

I am done and undone,
I pretend to be smart,
I feel lost,
I touch my reality,
I worry that I am not ready,
I cry for lost youth.

I am done and undone,
I understand that night follows day,
I say truth is in the eye of the beholder,
I dream about my mother,
I try to live at peace,
I hope to be productive,
I am done and undone.

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