Circa March 06'

I don't remember writing it.



"i am a transient
stuck in a wall
of broken tomorrows
and yesterday's fall

a traveler of hope
and receiver of greif
a holder of hearts
with sadness beneath

a martyr of feeling
i fall to my knees
in sake of the hurt
thats torturing me

apathetically peaceful
i lie here in bed
on a tear stained pillow
i rest my head

and dream of tomorrow
that wont fufill
the wants and needs
that i have still

the want to be stable
the need to be free
the hope to be hopeful
and the strength to be me

i hold my head high
and try to move on
i ball up my fists
and try to stay strong

tears well up inside
but i dont let them go
i mask them with smiles
so that they wont flow

confusingly simple
is the road i trudge
a paradox of paths
that hold a grudge

against my treads
and my weary ways
my nights are numbered
and so are my days

i squint in the sunlight
and stare at the moon
and hope that the sun
doesn't rise too soon

in starlight i walk
on the trodden trail
in which i make circles
im chasing my tail

confusingly simple
a transient, I
i swear i wont quit.
I wont quit till i die.


By: Meagan Andrea Brown"