tashana

My writing is my first love.
2010-08-18 03:32:34 (UTC)

Realization.

Like a child searching on a crowded street --
Lost.
Like chocolate ice cream dripping from the heat --
Disappointed.
Like a soldier wounded from battle --
Hurt.
Like a baby who's lost his rattle --
Troubled.
Like the mammoth who though she was a possum --
Confused.
Like the gardner whose flowers didn't blossom --
Unfortunate.
Like the woman whose husband had an affair --
Upset.
Like the innocent man strapped to the chair --
Pleading.
It shows everytime you look into my eyes --
Pain.
You want there to be no clouds in my skies --
Hope.
You've put my life into every prayer --
Responsibility.
But it's not your burden to bear.




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