she cannot understand why he dose not see her
a face that showed so much sadness
" hey Dahlia"was playing on the radio it seemed it was a reflection of her soul
and for one moment it seemed i could see all of her sadness, she fought back the tears and sighed heavily
wearing a shirt that read one day and one night only , i wondered was it her motto
she read a book of ghost elusive images of such
she kept looking outside was he coming back her illusion of support
the words she was reading was she actually reading them or was that just a page she calmed , they gave her spiritual awareness, but i know that was not true
her hair hanged in her face like a shield
her disappointed was profound
that i wanted to say something yo her
i knew she was waiting , waiting to be in relief of her mental status
what was troubling her she seemed so misunderstood
twisting in the wind tumbling in this world
she sinks deeper into the silence deeper into the madness
carrie ann kawa 9/06/2009
inspired by a women at my brothers doctors i was writing looking at her writing but an artist has to do what an artist has to do
About Me
- BLUEMONDAY
- las vegas, nevada, United States
- i am Carrie Ann Kawa , i am a poet, a writer, music lover, i enjoy intresting conversations, i love the words of others , i have a deep faith in something bigger then myself , i enjoy life instead of complaining about it , i look at the stars, have a wicked sence of humor and i know some where down the line i will be where i need to be for today is today. i walk where i have no place to go , i talk when there is nothing to say , i dream when i am awake . i am carrie and that is all i am ever going to be .
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