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by Blue MedleyMy skin grows cold
as i no longer need to provide
my eyes grow dark
as i no longer see the light
my legs grow weary
as i can no longer push forward
my heart grows weak
as i no longer feel love
my hands grow strong
as i push these words through these fingers
my mind grows bright
as these words explode from this dark psyche
and as this paper grows old
it will show you its imperfetions
exposing the wrinkles
exposing the tears
exposing the scars it has
and the story it holds 03/02/2011 Posted on 03/02/2011
Copyright © 2024 Blue Medley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/02/11 at 01:31 AM I love this. It is a unique presentation, very creative. I do ask, though, did you mean "tares" or "tears"? It may not necessarily be a typo, which is why I am asking. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/03/11 at 06:23 PM "my hands grow strong
as i push these words through these fingers" my favorite line in this piece. very cool. |
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