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 Apr 2015 Grizzo
Francie Lynch
The dregs are in
The bottle;
The crumbs are on
The floor;
I've nothing to
Regurgitate;
I'm an empty plate.

So, I'll dip
My bucket
In Lake Muse,
Drink its waters
Til I ooze
With metaphors
And similies
To read on
Hello Poetry.
 Apr 2015 Grizzo
Kelly Rose
Incapable of opening her heart
Hiding behind books
Underneath....
Self-Sabotaging
Exquisitely lies
So believable
Even she bought
Her own *******
Lock, stock, and barrel
or it is...
Hook, line, and sinker
Voiceless
Fear-filled
Worth-less
The one who
Closes off
Heart and Soul
Never learns
Hopeless
Purposeless
No real impact
Silent screams
Or maybe not so silent
Drowning in a pool
Of cries for help
Unable or
Unwilling
To grab a life line
She breaks
Her own heart
Numbing her soul
Unknowing of WHY
She refuses to
Stop Self-Sabotaging
or
Keeps her heart and soul
Closed to others
Never letting them close
Feeling so alone*

krs
4/1/2015
Despair or just self pity?
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