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aching
by Kimberly Bareapathy wells up in
undistinguished moments
and i am left
unguarded
aching
for the search of
things yet undiscovered
the feel
of silk
beneath tender fingertips
slipping through
the woven lace edges
of a dream
the taste of tears
touching
the tip of my tongue
as i attempt to
swallow this
unfathomable sadness
06/30/2004 Author's Note: sometimes...i just don't know...
Posted on 07/01/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kimberly Bare
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/01/04 at 07:45 AM You must have been following me around this evening, because this is exactly the way I felt. I came home & just started crying, because I was so sick of looking for places to live. Good work, Kimberly, and sometimes none of don't know either. |
| Posted by Richard D Frederick on 07/02/04 at 03:37 AM free verse works well for you, awesome work! |
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