Monday, October 25, 2010

Question


I see you falling, grasping, driving away what you once had.
Where will you go from here?
Down. Up. Or neither. Holding on to something brittle.

Speak. Listen. Understand the words around you.
Stand. Sit. Don't stir. Who are you?
Going, staying, and breaking the glass.

Watch with vacant eyes as it changes.
You change. But always the same.
Can you spare the truth?

Where will you go from here?
Who are you?
Can you spare the truth?
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4 comments:

  1. BethOctober 27, 2010 at 12:33 PM

    mmm. this is good, i can't define it... it grasps at a heart condition. thanks for sharing.

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  2. Andrea Ver MeerOctober 29, 2010 at 9:25 PM

    Thank you for commenting! I'm glad you liked it.

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  3. AnonymousOctober 30, 2010 at 9:10 AM

    I think I may have commented on my dad's account...oops. Great job Andrea. i like it a lot.
    Katie

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  4. Andrea Ver MeerOctober 30, 2010 at 9:12 AM

    Thanks Katie! I really appreciate you taking the time to read it and comment!

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