You took from me,
my once clean dreams.
Empty though they were
without your sins.
New in thought like snow
my innocence.
On the wooden porch
surrounded though I was and
by the white washed rails
I stood
is where I learned to
hold my breath.
Were not the bad dreams
I once never dreamed
of you before
I had no say twas so.
Your old dark empty dreams
clean thoughts would run astray.
To hold me, ere to long
to you, heard not my songs.
Nothing could I do but
turn away
they were dim, where mine
were light
the egg it's empty shell
held tight
like mine was cracked.
And so you did, I had no say
where I
said naught though it
were true
and sweet and sour truth
where I would do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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