Choice

July 26, 2010
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The clock strikes higher cords
as the moon reaches a new noch in the sky
each second ticks past me in the dust of reality
sitting at the edge of sanity--such a high cliff--
no one would be there to catch me from
myself of intervene in its tempting fall
its call strenuous on my alone ears
seems to be more a companion than one I could ever have.





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chrisbriones said...
Aug. 25, 2010 at 12:34 am
As of a few years ago, I've been on a constant search for profoundness. Alas, here i am: lost in that which has no bottom. Brilliant. You are brilliant.
 
ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 20, 2010 at 11:39 am

i like the complexity of your poems...leaves the reader clueless in a way...but wanting to know exactly the meaning of the poem...you know...i love it...

You are very talented...keep writing dear!

 
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