26 March 2009

Nameless

(this was inspired by the story of Rumplestiltskin, as assignment for my Creative Writing class, as well as some other things going on in my life.)

Nameless

You give everything
and still I don't know you.

You take everything
and still I don't know you.

You dance in fields,
laughing, shouting.
I watch from the darkness
like a stranger.

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