Megan (jehoshabeath) wrote,
Megan
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Old poem

This is something I found last night by chance. I had forgotten that I wrote this. I almost forgot the context in which it was constructed.
Ah, and look. And old email is attached at the end.
Why is it all coming back to me now? Why are my thoughts so weighed down? Is it just me or...


Selfish ambitions.

With no right to mourn
I lay awake, night glowings
seep in under shades
I carry selfish hobbies
But never so close as this

I could do nothing
Before, and nothing more now
How are the others
spending so quiet a night
Crickets singsong awkwardly

A small karmic tie
ribbon now flung to the winds
what remains for me
but to work tirelessly
until I speak that language


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