Now She Can

March 12, 2012
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Now she can
Breathe, she can
Let her head fall and her
Hair cover her eye, she can
Curl her back and
Let her feet drag, she can
Stop
Looking around,
Analyzing, putting together the
Pieces, for once – I
Envy her.
I
Wish I was
Her, although really I am, she is me – yet
I am not her, never will be. She
Has given up, sweet
Defeat, sweet
Slumber, at last – I
Must keep walking, keep
Running, keep
Staring, keep
Assembling your puzzles, world;
You
Never let me sleep. I am
Prometheus, endlessly
Tortured, I am
Tantalus, the
Water and
Fruit
Bend away from me – away –
Away, sweet
Promise of freedom, sweet
Echoes of hell.





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nickykens This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 14, 2012 at 7:20 pm
Love the choppiness. Drew me in immediately.  Great poem.
 
M_IML This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Mar. 15, 2012 at 1:09 am
thank you :)
 
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