Where Am I?

May 13, 2008
Where Am I?

I'm searching
across seas of infertile

for the day I will
discover myself.

Like a book without pages
or a rose without its
devastating beauty
and sultry petals.

Like a bird without wings,
I cannot escape my harsh

I'm sitting
upon a lonely bench
in the middle of a quiet park,
where the only sound
is of the swings'
rusted mechanics
echoing into the unforgiving

I am lost.

"This will certify that the above work is completely original." Caitlin Dingwall

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Caitlin D. said...
Apr. 4, 2009 at 3:27 pm
wow this is amazing!
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