David Sabo

Rookie (December 2nd,1990 / Oklahoma City)

Wierd - Poem by David Sabo

Spaces in between
they seem so far to reach
open up the wound
at least it will be cleaned

the mirror resembles a menace
catch a tear and clear the grimace
just a minute ill be finished

the games i play with myself
cant be good for my health
I cant look into my own eye
as i sit here and try to lie

face the day and smile
im the king of denial.

Comments about Wierd by David Sabo

  • (12/21/2009 6:39:00 PM)

    one of ur best poems,
    with beautiful insight
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  • (12/21/2009 6:04:00 PM)

    This is a very good one. It relates to how I feel also, which is usually very difficult to capture. Good job! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009

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