Sarah Sisson Poems

I sit, I fester over what
people will thinks of me.
Down deep I know they
think nothing at all.....
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I canvas the range; my roving eye
almost always stops where I need it to.
There to my left I see an anomaly.
A bare and stranded creature
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My roads crossed are weary. They're many yet few.
I reach for my purse as I barely come too.

A creature I'm now and a creature I'm past.
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Life is filled with funny games
and plentiful with nonsense.
I find that it is true that some people
just have no conscious.
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Where am I today?
Crazy confused?
Oh I think a little, yes.
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Too Many Times I have found myself ashamed.
That was my demise.

Why then do I relish a part of those days?
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Some days I want to slap myself silly.
I cant reach that sweet spot of sanity.

Oh, I do try...then I find myself having
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Do you like me yes or no?
I must know now so I can go...

..about my day and think of what
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Still...I sit frozen my temperature rise.
I feel thick in my skin, my thoughts I despise.

Because they are so far from what is the norm
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Oh, I am parched waiting here for you in the heat;
the smothering weather over my glistening skin.

The temperature will not permit me to stay.
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