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I dont look it
by Vikki OwensI dont look it, do I?
The image of ill, the exemplary of discontent.
Pulled together and buttoned up, me, the perfectly timed
disclosure of
composure and
comfort.
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The insides unravel, gain speed and snowball.
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I am frantic
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I am fine. 04/19/2004 Posted on 04/20/2004
Copyright © 2025 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 04/23/04 at 06:28 PM I really like this piece...it pushes and pulls and one can SENSE the conflicts between your many 'selves'...I just hope the 'intending self' wins out in the end. This is very well written because it tugs HARD (with very little talk) at the reader's sense of calm and composure as, I think, it is meant to...nice work! |
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