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The Blue of my Oblivion

by Kristi Paik

Friends visit, new and nameless
their faces bits of puzzles
...or are they family?...

i wonder what worries were like
i cant recall
Do they hurt
Do they make you laugh?
Can they make you cry?

Does it costs too much to love?
Because i dont have a nickel to spare.
i seek sleep, but i cant seem to get it right

i'm looking for a little hope
And supposedly to cope is to fail
or is it a failure to cope?
All i know is...

im a mess they don't want to clean up

11/12/2005

Posted on 11/12/2005
Copyright © 2024 Kristi Paik

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jim Benz on 11/15/05 at 03:41 AM

This strikes a powerful chord with me, I've read it 5 times now. The last line is a real clincher.

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