The Black & White Poet

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It's in these wings
I do see these things
Everyday
It's all the same
No sanity
No identity
It's ripped from
Too often dripped from me

No love to bring
No air to breath
It's following me
Too often surrounding me

Of course I don't love who I am
Because who I am is not me...
The inability to be
The invisible parts you didn't see

The terror
The love
The aches and pain
Somebody save me from myself

And desperation
An unfulfilled life
People stray
'Cause they don't view inside

You leave me
You stay
But all you see
Is the inhumanity
The incomplete self

I see your shoes
I've slipped inside
And what I've seen
I'd rather die

The frustration of my mistakes
The darkness is kissing me
The sun's not supposed to expel

But for too long
It's been too cold
Again I cry,
desperation

But all you see
Is the inhumanity
The incomplete self

-Dayna E. 11/28/06


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