Pretty Side Poem by Sarah Sisson
Pretty Side
Where do I really belong?
Is it somewhere in a demented fantasy
or false facet in space?
I've come too far to waste a bountiful hunt
and magistrate an optical illusion.
Too many thunderous places to catch
and far from a rustic cage... I do go.
Away, far away are my feelings of doubt.
But where do they lead me?
It's not always the pretty side of the plains.
Copyright 02-02-2009 Sarah Sisson
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