the roof looks inviting
to me

And to I, it appears as a danger.


upon the stairs;
will this trip be the final for me?

I reply, one step at a time.

a jumble of terrors and
whispered precautions
haunt me

Yet I can still smile
because I know
they are
all in me mind.

10/18/2005

Posted on 10/18/2005
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