Drowned in a moonlit canvas,
Our shadows played upon the water.
A reflection,
Unfeeling,
Of what I've now become.
We held hands with paper dolls and toys soldiers.
Dressed our youth with balloons-
Party hats.
Living just beyond innocence
Reaching for Godliness.
I blink.
Are you there?
Your mouth holds my conviction,
But your venom draws me deeper.
Please touch me into feeling something.
Found this in a journal I had written from college circa 1996 and decided to add:
Written by Tracy Medberry Copyright 2012
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