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Molly Grace
Poems
Jan 2011
*****
The fogs rolls in
and blinds me.
The world tips.
I cannot stand.
Falling hard
but unable to feel.
Landing in front of you.
You see an opportunity.
The girl you've chased
In front of you.
I can't think straight...
I can't push you away...
It doesn't feel right...
So unclear.
So strange.
My body can't do
what my brain tells it.
What's happening to me?
The fog clears.
I can sit up straight.
My head aches.
My body is sore.
My clothes lay around me
in careless piles.
My pride shattered
and laying in a pool of my own blood.
Like a child in the womb
I curl into a safe position
letting my tears fall.
Crying out in a loud voice
that no one hears
He took from me
all I had left
I want to be in that fog once more.
I don't want to feel
anymore.
Written by
Molly Grace
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