It's short but what the hell. I needed to... so enjoy


Crease

My memories lie on a border, along a line on the inbetween, of yesterday and today's frustrations, they are put away and my mind is clean.
These creases I make to hide from You.
These creases I weaken to break the truth.
These creases I make to avoid You.
What keeps me going is these limitations, and the fallacy of a dream. Here these boundaries now rips at the seams, the illusion is obscene.

© Copywright Bekim Rauseo 2006



Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-04-16 at 05:09

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Zoya Zaidi
Short and sweet!
The whole idea of creases is fantastic,
Bekim!
(((hugs)))
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-16


Mirage
Deep about the illusion...
"What keeps me going is these limitations, and the fallacy of a dream."
Interesting!
2006-04-16


Jon Hanover
Your time away was well spent. Good write.
2006-04-16