Out The Window

by Melissa   Mar 6, 2011


It seems I've misplaced
my most precious word, clarity

I am drawn of lucidity;
fumbling in the purple-bellied skies
of allusion,
but if you could hear
the flutter in my chest, you'd know,
I'm nothing without a voice

though I can't define clarity

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  • 13 years ago

    by The Queen

    A short piece but I could really feel the emotion you are trying to convey and that makes this piece worthwhile to me. Simple but so powerful in meaning :)

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