A Child's Ways

Should I CRY,
Just to make it obvious.
The more I pretend, the more I send myself to the edge.

Should I TRY,
To be more than You expect of me.
But the longer I hold on the more I feel like letting go.

WHY,
Are these feelings over riding me?
When I feel to give in, you crawl back under my skin.

Dogs won't always tell the truth,
And they are likely to bite your hand.
Carrying on is never easy as it seems, but I make it look like child's play,

No more of this red wagon dreams, they are silly little things.
No more.



Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-05-18 at 17:52

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Kathy Lockhart
I see your meaning. Our pretence sometimes serves no other purpose than to awaken us to our true selves. It is what we pull in that wagon that weighs us down and keeps us burdened. Get in that wagon and let it carry your down the slopes, let the wind blow in your hair, lifting your spirits to new places of freedom. Great Write. Kathy
2006-05-20


Onyeka Nwelue
I value this poem actually. A little bit complex, though.

I loved some parts.
2006-05-18