Panic

Doesn't know where she's reaching to

but searches for a hand of sorts,



yet she only grasps broken twigs and red threads

abandoned and accompanied by a whole world as she sees it,



and keeps fumbling in the dark before her

more frightened now then ever before.




Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-04-04 at 10:38

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Zoya Zaidi
Very powerful text!
Don't worry, she will find her self!
Amen!
((((hugs))))
Zoya
2006-04-04