Summer Dawn Pond


Introvert - Poem by Summer Dawn Pond

As time goes by
I hear the trees creaking old with age
And I think to myself
Am I on a shelf?
Or locked away in a cage?
Am I causing it all,
Or causing just some?
Is my pain by fault of my own?
Then someone opens their mouth,
And things go south,
And then I go on home.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 17, 2014


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