by Cris

Created on: March 15, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Exhausted by these games
I feel like a blubbering drone
In one head it is one way
but in words 'tis another
Am I really angry or
am I just tired?
These hands of mine
shake and tremble
revealing everything
and nothing at all.
I am shut off
like a forgotten box
in the attic,
it holds treasures
but must be opened
by the right person
with love.
I want excitement,
I want to scream,
but instead I sit here,
quietly waiting.
Patiently trembling.

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