the tulip trees always dragged after heavy rain

in eagerness for someone's warmth

night and morning with my tears

for now I see the true old times are dead

already, in the still depths of some dream

the fist clenched round my heart

gripping the ledge of unreason, before

those eyes that sucked the breath from me

like dozen spiders carrying the poison

I gamble everything to be what I am

the fool I always keep hidden

so I never know who I am

and the pain still throbs in the old, old scars

doubtless there are other roads

I took the one less traveled by,

and that made all the difference

03/10/2005

Author's Note: this is old...its from a class assignment from 10th grade...had to collect lines from different poems in a literature book...so this is my poem yet it isnt at the same time..i dunno but i like it

Posted on 03/10/2005
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