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I wrote this poem about someone I know very well... |
Everything I Know About You ...Anna Lea PudanIf it's not concrete It's not complete. You cannot feel what isn't real, The intangible things like the beating of wings. When the telephone rings Or the doorbell dings You jump in fear Because it's not clear What might be out there waiting for you. Life is a zoo, You believe that's true And you can't stand people staring at you. It fills you with rage When they rattle your cage, So you stay inside And hide Way back there behind the concrete... Why? |