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
smack!
her creation, her destruction.

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

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