The Dish Poem by Isaak DeMaio
The Dish
The flame began to burn,
in Fall 2006,
but the calender years have turned,
man, the time went quick.
Confidence fell short,
shyness at high tide,
feelings unable to abort,
it's far too big to hide inside.
Flood of confusion,
walls are crumbling down,
unwanted intrusion,
hope no where left to be found.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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