Trophies
there are stealth
sound waves which whisper
"all efforts are in vain"
misinterpreted parts
of a sore whole
are only vaguely seen
just a shape shifting action
figure fighting empty causes
in essence fighting self
determination
runs a treadmill to some
goal born in a caste
finding hope
is wedding a spouse
for an indefinite amount of time
reach for love
wave off hate
grope through ambivalence
take the junk mail survey
find a voice
minus hands, try to count
Copyright © Effie Blake | Year Posted 2008
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