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The moon sails by overhead,
Floating on a current of stars.
My heavy soul is made of lead.
I don't remember who we are.
Exhausted from a long day,
I lie in bed awake.
Thinks did not go my way;
Of this, I know not what to make.
Waiting for sleep to take me,
My mind drifts to him.
If only I could see
Myself through all the dim.
In my quest for him to find,
I think I left myself behind.





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ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 22, 2010 at 4:22 am
This is very beautiful.
Nicely written, great emotions.
Keep writing.
 
Annabel Sheila said...
Mar. 27, 2009 at 1:31 pm
This poem takes me back to my sixteen-year marriage that all but consumed me. I can relate to "In my quest for him to find, I think I left myself behind." After the divorce it took me quite some time to find out who I was, and once I did I realized he was never worthy of me in the first place. I love me!!
Very nicely penned!
 
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