A poem by William Swafford.

            It’s deep inside me somewhere.

            It might be too deep.

            Whatever the case,

            Its mine to keep.

            I can’t tell what it is.

            Can it be a feeling of fear?

            Sometimes it creeps,

            And raises its teeth.

            I get so bad,

            I can’t even eat.

            I’m not hiding it,

            It’s just there.

            I can’t reach in,

            Underneath my skin.

            It might be too deep,

            But it’s mine too keep.

 

 

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  • ceegirl on Jan 29, 2010

    Yes, it’s yours 2 keep.

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