September 30, 2008
By Sheppard Latham, Nunnelly, TN

I can see through my skin
It’s temporarily clear
Part of me’s gone
While some is still here
I don’t understand
How can this be
I’m still myself
But I don’t feel like me
Am I going crazy
Have I lost my mind
One eye can see
While the other is blind
Is my body coming undone
Or just being made
Is it coming together
Or starting to fade
One thing is clear
And I don’t mean me
I want to exist
But can I truly be
Part of this world
It’s hard to say
Guess I’ll find out
If what’s left doesn’t fade

The author's comments:
People are always struggling to find their place in life and a voice others will hear. This was my way of showing the difficulty in doing that.

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