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Sunday, July 30th 2006

6:51 PM

I wrote a poem instead...

fiddler.jpg

I tell you I am a wayfaring stranger.
I tell you I listen to
melodies
written for only me
to hear.
I tell you I am alone.
Misinterpreted.
Misunderstood.

I tell you I am on a lonely road.
I tell you I see things
images
 I can't explain
to even you.
I tell you I am invisible.
Invisible.
Evaporated.

I tell you I am a mystery.
I tell you I am unknown
strange
living in a world
I don't understand.
I tell you I am aching.
Troubled.
Lost.

I tell you I have secrets.
I tell you I am enclosed
caged
behind the bars
looking out.
I tell you I am airborne.
Drifting.
Directionless.

I tell you.
I tell you again.
And
again.

--  MissKris2005 --  Jully 30, 2006  --

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