metaphor
No spaces or indents exist between the words
Letters continue on till they reach the page's end
There are no margins for her existence to be scribbled into
She fails to possess the strength to push away the stories of others that swallow narrow pages
Soon she uses special ink to scrawl her name across a two page spread
She exists, but no one can read her invisible ink
No changes
Lack of recognition keeps her from breathing
No one sees her; No one can look her in the eyes
She looks down upon herself and sees nothing
Only the dead grass she stands upon
Poetry by kaytee
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Written on 2008-04-11 at 18:54
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Invisible Ink
This city is a tightly bound bookNo spaces or indents exist between the words
Letters continue on till they reach the page's end
There are no margins for her existence to be scribbled into
She fails to possess the strength to push away the stories of others that swallow narrow pages
Soon she uses special ink to scrawl her name across a two page spread
She exists, but no one can read her invisible ink
No changes
Lack of recognition keeps her from breathing
No one sees her; No one can look her in the eyes
She looks down upon herself and sees nothing
Only the dead grass she stands upon
Poetry by kaytee
Read 479 times
Written on 2008-04-11 at 18:54
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