A Life Of... Poem by uder pressure

A Life Of...



we are hungry
for the truth
we already know.
we want to understand
why water runs from
our open lips.
we have raspy
voices and soar throats.
we will talk to much.
we yearn to be like them
but fail to reach their standards.
we hate ourselves
and we always will

Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: voices
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