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This Map, Me - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

THIS darkness splinterd my light,
leaving my muscle and bone sore
to the touch, but alive, still your
beatifull shadow breaks my fall.
THIS wretched trap squeezes my
wrist, and in its place, plastic
handcuffs, still your shadow breaks
my fall.

then i fall into a trance, like a untidy
ghost, and fold myself into a map,
this map, , , , , , me.

Comments about This Map, Me by DAVID GERARDINO

  • (10/13/2006 11:11:00 PM)

    My favorite line is your first :) Very unique introspection. (Report)Reply

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (10/13/2006 8:50:00 PM)

    So many awesome lines in such a succinct piece....excellent write David...(10)

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  • (10/13/2006 8:44:00 PM)

    Very creative David. Excellent poem. Take care. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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