by Kimberly Bare

apathy wells up in
undistinguished moments
and i am left

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
the tip of my tongue
as i attempt to
swallow this
unfathomable sadness


Author's Note: sometimes...i just don't know...

Posted on 07/01/2004
Copyright © 2022 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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