Non-Existence
Twisted as if I am a sheet wrapped tightly in
wind on a clothes line.
Undone as if the clasp of my necklace has
broken.
Faded like no one notices or recognizes or
wants to hold me or hug me openly.
Sorrow is building inside myself am I alone
in this crazy world.
I am anxious to be around new people...you
people.
My heart tightens my pulse quickens, my breath is taken away?
But why am I alone, I can't believe that or
I would be nonexistent...
Copyright © Dawn Bartlett | Year Posted 2006
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