are you alive.
i'm not sure i am.
life is a dream, no?
no, life is a nightmare.
riddled with lost children and monsters.
are you a lost child?
or a monster?
people are enigmas.
never let someone solve you.
figure out what comforts you
and what hurts you.
it is then that they destroy you
under the guise of change.
everyone changes.
not everyone changes the same.
some turn from adults to lost children
others from lost children to monsters.
i hope monsters can become children again.
I constantly move from Monster to Child and back again, I am sure most of us do. It is how we manage them that makes the difference. This is a great piece of work, thank you. Carol.
It's mah baboo!!! I'm so proud of you hehe. You lazy ass you finally got this up. It's ok some of us are eternally "behind," no? Btw... this is my favorite poem of yours. Keep writing... write until your fingers fall off... until you're buried in paper... until you're breathing pencil shavings... and then when it's all done take the one poem out of all the crap thats worth something and give it to the world to rip apart. That's what this life is about BR. (you'll figure the initials out yourself) I luz you!
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