Cassandra Keddy

Rookie (January,30 1982 / Toronto, Ontario)

Out Of Time - Poem by Cassandra Keddy

She sits alone, knees held tight against her chest her eyes closed.
Her raven hued lashes damming up a rivulet of tears threatening to overflow.
The ghosts of her past haunting her to her very essence, beckoning to her.
Whispering she should stop fighting, give in, shut down and become one with them.
She finds no solace in anything anymore.
Her spark for life long ago dimmed on the verge of being extinguished.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009

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