December 12, 2011
By Taralyn McKay BRONZE, Boulder Creek, California
Taralyn McKay BRONZE, Boulder Creek, California
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The sullen look in your eyes,
the hurt, hidden
by the iridescent color behind them.

You dream
of a desolate place
that will take you away.
to somewhere you once knew
but have outgrown.

The thought assails your mind,
so you begin to miss
the wrinkled memory you have lost.

You cannot see clearly,
this hazy idea,
because of the sodden mush
that is now,
your imagination.

The author's comments:
This poem is, in a way, about how certain things, experiences that most have in their lifetime could change them from the people they used to be but not necessarily in a bad way...it's just part of growing up and growing apart.

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