Anne Rhitak

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I reach to grasp, my hands pass through.
The words evade, they are but smoke.
Thought has escaped, it is far gone,
My witless mind can work no more.
...

A tree stands here, majestic and proud,
Another nearby, drooping and old,
The trees stand alone, so far yet so close,
Spreading their leaves, searching for sun,
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As I sit on the old chair
I look at my hand lying
On the table, both so worn
With use, and lined with age.
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I’m trying so hard
To forget your face,
But I’m losing my mind
To the memories,
...

Little bird, little bird, it’s time to fly,
To spread your wings, and see the world.
Soar with the wind, and sing your song,
Little bird, little bird, it’s time to learn.
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Rain pounds down upon the sidewalk,
Flooding ditches, drenching earth,
People hurry to and fro,
Umbrellas up against the drops.
...

The clock ticks, and rings a chime,
A signal of the passing time.
The night outside is brisk and cold,
But here we are, and you I hold.
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I’m walking on the train tracks
And waiting for the train,
I’m standing at a crossing point
And crying in the rain.
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There is no truth to the person I am,
ev’ry detail’s a bold-faced lie.
What seems to be is really not
in this world of confusion.
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10.

I love you.
Just three words
To explain
My feelings.
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Foolish love, that’s all it was,
A foolish girl, that’s all I am,
Yet here we are, and I’m still loving,
I’ll try to forget, but I can’t guarantee.
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Shards and shards lay on the floor,
Not of glass, but of my heart.
Only one thing, but so many pieces,
How can I ever mend it again?
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Your bright eyes danced merrily
like the flickering tongues of flame
that rose before us, dancing madly
and casting ever-moving shadows
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I gasp for breath as I break the surface
Of the raging storm-churned waters.
I feel the waves crash upon my face
As I fight to stay afloat.
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Roses always stand for love,
But why a rose and not another?
A rose may be fair, a rose may be sweet
But its thorns are sharp, and can cut deep
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The shining needle slowly
Swings, back and forth
Hypnotically.
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Realistic Fantasy, Or Fantastic Reality?

I reach to grasp, my hands pass through.
The words evade, they are but smoke.
Thought has escaped, it is far gone,
My witless mind can work no more.

Past is slowly slipping away,
Future melts into the present.
I cannot know what this may mean
For reason wanes as does my mind.

Reality fades, disappears,
As fantasy takes brutal hold
Of weakened state, then recreates
The world which I will know no more.

Colors replace the sordid grays
That stood so long in des’prate hope
This day would come, to whisk away
The mind which held me prisoner.

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