The
Amy Dunlap
03/07/2004
I can’t think my mind is warped,
The hour drives me slowly insane,
I can’t breathe my body aches,
giving me an illusionary pain.
All my thoughts as I sit alone,
I think of you sleeping at home,
All my time without a word,
I sit where clustered thought return.
I worry too little,
I worry too much.
But I’ve always known I had enough,
Leftover sadness covered in dust.
It leaves me to wonder where I’m going next,
distorted reality in a picture book world.
Things I wish I had,
The story left untold,
The pages fell out,
As the book was unfold.
Old and tattered it sits on the shelf,
lost in memory without any help.
Like a horror story told on Thanksgiving,
A forgotten passage to the reason for living.
And I still lost my way,
Though I took every path.
Got caught up in a circle because I was given no map,
Even if I had one I’d lose my way,
Running in circles for the rest of my days.
Don’t worry about me,
I can do this ok.
Still I can’t promise not to cry,
When it’s all gone away.
Alone in silence they will lay me in,
The end of the beginning,
The end of the end.
Ai Tenshi Iris Community Member 
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