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July 27, 2010
I am lost, so who will come find me,
Amidst the trees and the brush,
Crippled and lifeless,
I can make out no noise
Except the wind moaning the ache
Of those who came before me
And my own voice shouting-
Singing-
Whispering Your name.
Doing all it can
Believing that it will stumble upon some
Sort of sanity.
And when it grows tired,
I slouch in silence waiting
For the strength to start again.

I am lost, out where the bluebird falls
And woeful souls laugh because they have long since
Cried their tears out of existance.
I wither away, stumbling over desolate land
Speaking to trees with no faces
Asking if there is any other way,
Knoing their silence means
That there is no other option.
Not until I have drowned out my senses
And my bones grow weary in the slightest movement,
That is when I look up
To be greeted by the sun tickling
Warmth back into my eyes,
But this time, when my voise
Resonates throughout the wilderness
I know exactly who will hear.





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alexis S. said...
Aug. 22, 2010 at 2:59 pm
This is so good! I luv thie clear, crisp descriptions mentioned. Did this take a while for you to complete this poem, or were you able to write it out all at once?
 
Katie_Grey This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 22, 2010 at 7:01 pm

Uhm, I can't exactly recall if this one just came to me or not.

sorry, thanks for the comment :)

oh, and there's a typo :(

Knoing should be knowing!

 
Katie_Grey This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 22, 2010 at 7:03 pm

Rawr!! another typo :((((

voise is voice.

haha,

didn't check them over carefully enought.

 
myworld10 replied...
Aug. 23, 2010 at 5:51 pm
lol...that's alright. I didn't even the typos..i was so into the poem I didn't even notice...take that as a complement. :D
 
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