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Angels & Insects
by Shonda Creemer
Honey bees in my wax
and my friend is away
Guess well jump the stage
and play your strings
Long way down
Burning down
Here we go again
Over and over
we dance
in each others heads
Angels in a dream
Blue, Green, Red, Purple
Queen of all Spies
Stay by my side
Cry my desperate cry
Lead me into our darkness
Tempt me not
Lest we are saved
of our own fate
Ladder of fear
wrapping itself
about our walls
Were here
They are there
No one near
Always free to be
alone within ourselves
Far away
Far away
Far away from me
02/15/1996 Posted on 11/13/2004
Copyright © 2025 Shonda Creemer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 11/23/04 at 05:19 AM Yes, we always have time to be alone within ourselves, don't we? No escape. You put it down very well in your course of wordplay. Thanks for the read. ~~ Kyle Anne |
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