As I read my Life's history,
inner pain begins,
regrets and mistakes,
red-lined onto pages,
crumbling
in the wind.

As I feel my Life's history,
potential starts to ache,
laziness and apathy,
bled between the lines,
fading
colorless fakes.

As I take in my Life's history,
few battles have been waged,
unfulfilled and empty,
dead before my ending,
falling
off the page...

Erin Moen
2/27/03
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