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losing me
by Kimberly BowenLost, I stumbled into the Midwest
Thought I could find myself
Between the rows of corn
And the unfamiliar scenes
Broken, it is what they called me then
Scattered fragments of a withered soul
If they could have seen
What I would be a few years past eighteen
At least then I could breathe
Without the aid of six machines
At least then I could put
One foot before the other
Now I’m just a ghost of a lover
A façade of a friend
Four years of wasted time
And nothing to show
Physical regression
Put on by addiction
Is nothing compared to
splinterization of the soul 03/07/2010 Posted on 03/07/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kimberly Bowen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/07/10 at 08:07 AM here's to finding yourself again Kimberly...and i hope you do |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/07/10 at 02:35 PM A poignant - could I say - tragic look at the recent past and present. Very emotional and intense. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/12/10 at 04:04 PM I really like the first stanza and the setting you choose. Walking through mature corn rows in short sleeves is arms covered in paper cuts, which adds an awful irony to this change of scenery. This is quite wrenching to read and has a powerful simplicity to it. Thank you. |
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