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For what purpose did love depart,
And why did these surroundings
Cling to me?
Never the less, here I am- convicted,
Without a guide, yet searching
For who I am to become.
Shackles chafe this withered mind,
To wear and weigh mine eyes,
Though but stripes adorn this body.
Heed the call of noon to mount
My lone steed and companion-
To set sail with the breeze.
A revelation I have drawn and now
I reload it so that
I may be carried away.
Oh, carry me back to the days of summer,
When the sun painted a portrait
Of one thousand smiles.
No; carry me into the city for all to see-
For all to gaze a second upon
A lifeless poem,
And only then in the shallow
Passerbys am I defined:
A sad tune soon forgotten.





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avoz1 said...
Mar. 21, 2011 at 7:21 pm
This one, though mournful, enthralls me so. 
 
Sarbear This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 17, 2011 at 2:08 pm
I love this... your writing is very mature and I really enjoyed reading this! Check out some of my work:)) thanks. 5 stars!
 
akell This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 17, 2011 at 2:33 pm
It means the world. I will be sure to check out your work:)
 
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