Treasure Island

iesha wilborn

(9/16/92 / st.benard hospital)

Never escaping

All my life i've never seen the rainbow.So much thunderstorm it was so austere and curtness.Now I see the rainbow it's devoid of water and garish.It's my prerogative to see the rainbow.The light that shines below it.I was so flighty to to not accept the beauty.I hope it don't expunge from me.I deserve to see what's been hiding from me.To see the thunderstorm is unfathomable.I felt so melancholy it doused me with water flighty of my ways, I wish that rainbow could substain.Rainbow so benign, Thunderstorm looks so asinine.I can gape at the amazement there's not an anologous about the two of them.In my ears I could here crooning.

Submitted: Saturday, May 23, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, July 01, 2009
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