It's Around the Corner

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Annora
Annora
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Anonymous is a curse or is it a blessing?
Can I speak without instant regrets?
May I have the security of freedom?

I am standing here on an abyss
wanting to free fall into a new existance
I want a reassurance but life doesn't give.

Please help me? Please touch my hand?
Nothing is definite
Love is anxiety its ins and outs its real its not.

Close my eyes allow me to feel...
Eyes closed and it's the same I'm frozen
I've got my answer, alone I shall live it's the only way,

Stan will move in for awhile he always does
He comes and goes, snuggles tightly listens
doesn't quack a word.


Oh five years and Stans touches heal me.
He even learned his tricycle I sent to my special friend.
I'm broken I' not fixable... I am here to guide him to his
happiness '2005 and Go to the ends of the world for your lady of love."

Annora
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sacksackover 19 years ago
This poem is so interesting.....

It deserves a little more care in editing. "its" should be "it's" in the body of the poem, toward the end you wrote I' where I believe you meant I'm, existance=existence, etc. Some of the sentences do not make sense as written, even in the context of the poem. The male figure you mention toward the end first sounds like an adult, then changes into a child riding a tricycle. I hope you will resubmit this...it deserves a face lift!

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