September Blues

April 6, 2009
By Shayna Renzulli GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
Shayna Renzulli GOLD, Easton, Pennsylvania
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We don’t exist like a breeze on a hot summer day
We are lost like a shell on the bottom of the bay
We have fallen like the leaves in the midst of October
We are not sane like a drunk man as he wakes up sober
The puzzle pieces don’t fit
They’re beaten and torn
There’s nothing left to mend
They’re all scattered ‘cross the floor
I feel trapped in these waters sinking way to fast
My eyes are wide open but all I see is the past
I feel cold and numb as night sets in
Still I can feel it all
The beginning of our end.


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