Sunday, 29 August 2010

The Price

Tiny feet
in shoes too big,
trying to hide
from yesterdays of guilt.

Frantic pace
in a whirlwind of treason
largish steps
afraid of the reason.

Clitter, clatter,
spring, winter, autumn,
there's no end
to dreams unforgotten.

8, suddenly 19
tomorrow is yesterday
her creation, her destruction.

A pitiful picture,
feet too big,
sticking out of
shoes too small.

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