What Do I Do
what do I do with what I know
thoughts overgrown with thick, green mold
ghosts of those who once stayed close
black and whites now overexposed
they hang still, on hallowed walls
what do I do with what once was
portraits blurred, out of focus fuzz
you say forget them, just because
too many that caused me such a buzz
they know more than they will tell
what do I do with what's within
to the sea I confess most sins
all these waves could do me in
will I drown or will I swim
they wash still on sandy shores
what do I do with constant thought
all the pain and tears it brought
is it for real of just for naught
my heart ensnared and tightly caught
they matter not, they matter not
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2012
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