Lindsey Fowler


Untitled - Poem by Lindsey Fowler

in her mind she died
some time ago
but no one knows shes dead
there is no stone
to mark her grave
a cake she gets instead
blow out the candles
make a wish
shes so confused within
she puts away her supper dish
and knows that she has sinned
there was a time when she believed
how glorious it felt
untill the day she was concieved
and needed to be held
once again she is alone
but not like she was before
because now she is stiff
in her bones
and crying
in the core

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 29, 2005



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