Odile Frascogna Poems

They said the wound had been opened up too often
You can only carve so many times
Until the innards unravel, like claret ribbons.
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Return to what is yours

Cast aside all the doubt
That clouds your anguished mind
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Whisper Goodbye, there's no you in 'i'

No guilt to suffocate
The light from tired eyes.
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Run to the edge of the world
As fast as legs will carry
Hand in hand
Stare through the picket fence.
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I'm not a lost cause
Just a cause for concern
When you survey my face
With wondering eyes
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