pathetic.org :: Without A Trace by Joe Cramer

Without A Trace

I wake up, my body still

In the quiet of the morning.

Slowly I begin to recognize this moment,

Then the moment is gone, without warning.

I move so slowly, at the start of day

My eyes not comprehending

Who I am, where I am.

I am here now, understanding

My small place.

My life, without a trace

05/10/2008

Member Comments on this Poem

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/11/08 at 04:17 AM

Well put. Especially in that great last line.

Posted by Alisa Js on 05/11/08 at 05:00 AM

Heart breaking in it's truth! alisa ;-(

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