Poem : in situ
Posted by Village Poet on July 28th, 2006 at 08:07am
i find myself wishing
that i were anything
but what i am
inconsequential
pressing until my fingers
crush their own tips,
pushing on myself
to make sure i am
ineffectual
i thought i was becoming
more each time but
in searching i only find
raw distortions of me
between the lines.
inanimate
each word obscures
until i am left as
a dusky myth
in the corner
behind yesterday.
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