My truth is their perception,
I victimize myself.
Retreating into the abyss ,
Into the primitive self
There is mere catharsis.
The white walls engulf
The bitter remnants,
Of a forgotten soul;
A soul that wanders
In the shadows of the alley cats.
Monday, July 24, 2006
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7 comments:
More journey! Your young self is much loved and appreciated, even as you dodge from shadow to shadow among the unseen and forgotten.
a little more serious than usual but that is no bad thing. i agree with Russell.
You have to watch those alley cats!
Yes Nicole especially if their shadows are damp. Sorry Nicole couldn't resist however I like that you're experimenting with your poetry
Is it just me or are you becoming more and more serious than you usually are with your writings?
Russel-> I like the way you have worded that..
CJ-> And I really appreciate that.
Roger-> I know.
Sue-> Yes...Im enjoying it too.
free spirit-> I dont think too much about that...maybe you're right...but its not like i can (or want to) do anything about it really!
Excellent stuff!!!
I dropped in here after what seems like a lifetime...and I am glad to see you in form as ever. :)
Keep it up, Nic!!!
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