Aged to Perfection.
By CarlIVPoetry
Hidden tests in tender breast closed throats that try to scream. Longing for admiration, fearing the confrontation. Sadness buried under soft earth. Trying to unleash with broken shovels. Digging through a cluttered mind. Only finding a neatly kept shelf of neverminds. Staring into stars... glass eyes always give off the sweetest reflection. Weathered skin has left her in closed corners. Aged to ninety-five, a shell that barely shields. Sun still smiles through her window... a gentle soul still smiles among her pain. Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 23 2002 06:26 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Hidden tests in tender breast..."