Anna Maria

Rookie - 20 Points (1980 / United States of America, Earth)

In A Matter Of Minutes | Early Poems - Poem by Anna Maria

In a matter of minutes I am downcast and trodden;
My head is in a fog.
Shadow has come over me,
and I am weary.

My mind is sinking into quicksand.
The branches of trees are blowing in the wind,
and no one is near enough to see.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 16, 2011

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