All of us began as sentences, stories,
untouched, unspoken,
craving a reader, a listener,
yet unable to abide,
fearing exclusion.
Now we are metaphors,
written in a shallow poetic form,
intellectually impaired,
unable to attain existence.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
All of us began as sentences, stories,
untouched, unspoken,
craving a reader, a listener,
yet unable to abide,
fearing exclusion.
Now we are metaphors,
written in a shallow poetic form,
intellectually impaired,
unable to attain existence.