Treasure Island

Patrica Hodge

(July,1963 / The Banks of The Wabash)

How Sad


How sad to still be
wondering who
you are once
you're ripe.
How sad to be
confused at your
own sense
of self. How sad
to be so scared.

Pathetic. On rare occasion
I see through
the eyes of another
sacrosanctity
congeniality, they do
know not the dark secrets
they would run far away.

Submitted: Sunday, July 16, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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