Mary Keat


Look, my wrists, theres nothing there.
Look, there's no marks.
Look, you cant see them.
Look, they're inside, where they can hide.
Look, they're on my heart, where you can't see them.
Look, they're on my mind, where you can't see them.
Look, they're inside my neck where you can't see them.
Look, There everywhere you can't see.
They are all inside of me.
Where you can't and will never see.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, January 7, 2011

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  • Frank Cannon (3/1/2007 7:24:00 PM)

    I like this but i would want you to write for them the final line wherin we would look in their eyes and see what is there?

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