Kim Schilling

Rookie (1967 / Illinois)

Stab Them Dead - Poem by Kim Schilling

Sitting, waiting
Time and time again
With potent liquid beside
Fractured ideas begin to whirl

Wanting, hoping
Capture them now!
But so fast they go
Not ready to be scribbled
Evidence of internal despair.

Crying, hating
Afraid they’ll escape
To suppression once more
Temporarily forgotten
Yet shading my presence
Awaiting their time.

Bruised, inspired
Time comes once more
Reminding me of moments
With it the moods
To wish gone at once
As to stab them dead
Pinned hard to paper
And locked forever away

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  • (8/15/2008 7:33:00 AM)

    i can relate to this poem....
    Thank You
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 5, 2008

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