Charles Lara


Nows - Poem by Charles Lara

wow
i am
dying
slowly
with
fear
and
excitement
of
unseen
promises
and
i aint
feeling
nothing
but
what
i need
to feel
and i
lean off
the curb
a little
more than
everything
else who's
holding clouds
squeezing some sweet
lemonade from kool-aid
and black & white cartoons
of nows and only nows
tomorrow might not come


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 13, 2006



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