Tinman
When I was whole,
Like the audience who laughs at me,
I was perfect.
The heart I had wasn’t faulty,
Merely happy in a world of hope.
That I would lose.
My place in life,
Was never to be complete.
Just knowing I was lacking.
The body I would live with,
Held by only a futile, desperate desire
To be the thing I could never be again
~A personal qoute~
To dream in the brilliance of life.
Is to realize that each breath may never come.
Last 5 posts in Coffee - Volume Two
- Daily Poetry - July 15th, 2008
- The Sword and the Stone - July 10th, 2008
- The essence of dreams forgotten - June 22nd, 2008
- Heaven's Light - June 22nd, 2008
- When will you see my wonderland? - June 13th, 2008
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