Sarah Sisson Poems

All my cat wants from me is food.
The only time his fickle mood...

...is pleasant in every way.
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I step up on to the dusty stage.
The wires and tape fused to the weathered floor.
I look to my right and see the lights
that will soon engulf me.
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A starlet was I in a city of idiots.
A community of wolves on a roll.

They were predators on the make.
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His persistent inquires turn my lips thin.
I'll get to the promises made, I will when....

....I'm ready too not before a sooner time
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It is a damp day and
I am stuck here inside...
...forced to dream.
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I'm just not sure...

that a whisper...
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A place of confusion, today is the norm.
The entropy has us, the roads that are torn...

...up make us go crazy, know not where to turn.
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Today I will welcome two thousand nine.
I've gotten in no trouble... I've done no crime.

I've cleaned up my act now... this is the third year...
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There is a child beneath my callous, developed age.
I see with inexperienced eyes, and at times
I do believe my thoughts of former days.
I make choices with no discoveries.
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