Monday, December 25, 2006

On The Inside

Cold and brittle were my bones
As I lay there all alone
Worn by weather and worries
As I grew old with misery

On the Inside I was
Confined
to my own mind
Shackled by fear
and memories held so dear

On the Inside with my
imagination
I was shielded from the harsh dimension
and cruel realities
that tears me assunder


Note: okay, I have to admit, it's not my best creation though. I felt moody and this poem may not have a postive edge to start a new year.

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