Sarah Sisson Poems
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My world was a deep cesspool
of self hatred.
The irony of it all... the grandiosity
those days mimic.
A gilded time that I will look
back upon with
care. I see that I did grow
despite the stagnant
moments I thought were lucrative.
I do not wish
to change those days. I wish to
live off of them
as if they were the valued
I no longer have to strive for.
Copyright 12-26-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
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.
I will leave without you if that must be.
I wither as I waste every morsel of water...
...dripping from me.... and I thirst.