The Giver
i stare at this blank page in
front of me
and think
i am the only one out of sync
living on this narrow plain
nothing ever changing
everything always the same
day in day out
everything perfect
no worry or dout
its summer year round
but theres no color
just constant sound
into the ocean i want to drift
my life feels so empty
But i have a special gift
i have the gift to feel
i am told special things
they tell me what is really real
they tell me of a time
where people would beg and
steel
my gift helps me see
i almost see color
but im alone
because its only me
im alone and lost in a perfect
world
Copyright © Ayla Hughes | Year Posted 2012
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