I sometimes wonder how different my world would be if I were completely alone.
Papered skin stretched thin. Like autumn leaves after winter's hands have scraped them clean.
I am a poem you've already seen.
Dusky dark life of hollowed spaces,
my body filled with regrets and angry places.
I am a poem you've already seen
Tears of joy and sadness fill air
a void of soul I expect to be there
but not made whole.
I am a poem you've already seen
Thoughts so primal, urgent passions
Racing, raging, our words... our worlds clashing
but saying, holding, nothing
I am a poem you've already seen
I sometimes wonder how different my world would be if I were completely alone,
and I wrote the poem you've already seen
-Sherry Lore, March 2015
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