torn open
  exposed from the
         inside out
stolen f r a g ment s
of my being
      never shown
    now freely worn
      on your sleeve

   stripped down
to nothing
     tearing new
        holes in my
swiss demeanor
    left with nothing
      but crumbs
  to be swept away



(092502)

**my best friend read my journal the other day...it made me so angry (as my roommate said..i was 'mentally raped')  but i couldn't stay mad at him - what's the point in holding grudges, right?  i guess it was good b/c i haven't written a poem in about 5 months and before i went to bed that night this one popped in my head.  

[This message has been edited by pharon (09-26-2002 06:52 PM).]

pharon-
I'm not sure why this seems to have been overlooked,
but I can tell you that I REALLY like it!
Love the imagery in this piece.
Great write!
~Vicky

"...until you have read the verse on his heart,
you have not truly met the poet.
~vlraynes