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Poem Details
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| Title: | Four Stories High |
| Author: | swdc |
| Date Submitted: | 10/12/2013 |
| Poem: |
See the girl in the walkup, out the window she stares Watches the others; so carefree, at ease Wonders what they feel; about what do they care? Unease defines that girl; she’s learned to be scared She’s been here and there, but never for long Wanders through life, clings to her songs Has difficulty taming her fright Though she tries with what’s left of her might Stays within the lines for a while Glides through the motions, security for her kind Absent of emotion she does alright Until her passions once again ignite Fights her way through the safety web she’s spun Claws her way out, once more the battle won Allows the warmth of others shining like the sun Feeling for a time the light she’s learned to shun ... |