The Covert

February 8, 2009
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The trees stand hollow
But the air is full when you walk through it.
Interpretations are manifested in books I cannot find.
And in the anchored chests of dawn,
You hide.

I have tried to knock down, the
Sentinels watch. Your intentions
Deemed a desolate destiny in oak cupboards
latched with trembling hands.
The force of nothing sounds silently in my ears
With a smirk that no one saw.

Stone will cover the whole of your world
While you're impossibly sought out.
Farewell to:
The you I thought you to be.





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Leemor N. said...
Jun. 3, 2009 at 3:39 pm
thanks!
 
Joanna said...
Apr. 29, 2009 at 10:22 pm
Elequently stated. You conveyed the emotion, but didn't overwhelm the reader. I love it!
 
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