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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Challenge
NIGHT after night As I lie shivering on the floor I dream of those carefree DAYS I was brave to walk out the door. Dollars and coins do not MATTER When the tears slide, drop and splatter. REAL they are, though mostly unseen I rub their TRACKS until I am clean. No longer YOUNG, forever WEAK? I SPEND my waking moments Forcing myself to speak. Somewhere in the labyrinth of my mind Skipping through the FIELDS of hope I collapse helplessly to the ground At your feet, but you do not know. The TIME has now come For me to be STRONG No longer the helpless VICTIM Of your vicious wrongs. raw || truth |