Why?

March 23, 2008
By Tasha Belter, Floodwood, MN

I stand here, alone
I feel terror trickling...
Through each bone

I stare off in wonder
In sorrow...
In my dreams...
I cannot wait, for tomorrow

My hearts beats
Faster and faster
As I soon will meet
An unlikely disaster

I lay here in thought
Of what I may become...
Of what my life has brought

I stand here alone
I feel terror trickling
Through each bone...
Why?


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