estranged II
summer seems pale today
that i ran out of sun
a teaspoon left in my pocket
in the echoing words
that i carry around
so much for the song of surrender
for the false, the pretender
because today i rejected
my past and my present -
together.
i turn away from truth and from denial
with the dusty summer
and the frozen fire.
myself seems pale today.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on May 13, 2007.
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