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The plan
by Rebecca LinI'll take my note-book and little black bag
I'll bring my mind,
but my heart's a drag.
Take the next train
to somewhere far away
and come back some distant day.
I'll find the joy,
from only myself
and I'll realize what I already had,
what I left...
and I'll come back.
Don't try to stop me,
because this is what I require;
I'm sinking now or overflowing,
but I'd rather drown in fire. 01/26/2006 Posted on 01/27/2006
Copyright © 2024 Rebecca Lin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Phineas on 01/27/06 at 06:16 PM Yeah, what he said. o_o;;b
I love it! ♥ |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/30/06 at 03:17 PM Tightly woven, and quite effective in its deliver of inner turmoil. Found myself all too easily relating to this, which I think is mostly a good thing. Kudos! |
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