keen

keen

A Poem by Hermione

My senses are keen
and my thoughts are
all in between
the lines on the pavement
those cracks of red dust

White white walls white white minds
Black kamikaze curtains
my window to the world.

And it's all miscalculated
its a struggle for the numbers
I don't miss the seasons
as it's always raining inside my veins.

Outside paranoia hits its targets
underneath the powerlines
frustration walks like giants
through the streets
and into me

© 2009 Hermione


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Added on November 21, 2009

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Hermione
Hermione

Strawberry Fields, MI



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