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what did she give away
did it all fit into a box teensy tiny pieces of herself mismatched like discarded socks what do you hold onto what do you let in what's the meaning to this and that and of loving of Him is there any meaning left at all is it what prompts you to search the sky do you gaze glazed as others pass the past a more distant blur in the innermost portions of your mind where did you and it all go down with Alice squeezing down her rabbit hole in the mirror backwards to and fro your image paces lost expectations exact a cost little self-wounds make of you a moving target destined to test the winds like a weary albatross of all you ever lost remember little hands remember your little feet remember days of daydreams remember nights of music sweet remember who you were when you thought you cared remember now and how you've developed your thousand-eyed stare the night makes sounds that seem to be your friends the wind she sighs and wants you to listen in the tree branches bared scrape against the night sky and the darkness has grown nearer with each year the closes in and passes you by. legal copyright for this poem December 5 2023 written directly to the page and also for this writer Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted and registered site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World time and date stamped for copyright 6:37PM PST December 5 2023 Vote for this poem |
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