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by Shonda Creemerrain beating on my window
Where is my angel near?
Hearing what I have to say,
or just waiting for my inspiration?
lost, yet visible
staying inside the lines
is sometimes hard to do
when you know their boundaries
wanting this part of life to curve
to change the wall
break all the rules
so distracted
by unwilling restlessness
this vision of empty pages
called fate
not wanting to be filled,
instead yearning
for this smooth blackness
to scramble over it
mutter its words and thoughts
in a single movement
towards it's goal of fullness
and I wait my turn 02/16/1998 Author's Note: written on my 23 birthday ~ seems I am still waiting
Posted on 02/16/2005
Copyright © 2024 Shonda Creemer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mark Maxey on 02/18/05 at 03:37 AM "staying inside the lines
is sometimes hard to do
when you know their boundaries"
how true is this! I love this piece! :P |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 02/19/05 at 07:28 PM We are all waiting, but I assure you that you won't wait forever. =) |
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