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Poetry By: Mezquiteno

A poem I wrote about a time in my life in which I had no idea of what to next...

Submitted:May 28, 2011    Reads: 26    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Nor white nor black,
Not moving forward nor back.
Unsure of my abilities,
Sure of my inabilities.

Confused with myself,
Just another book on a shelf.
Doubting the people I see,
Whether to be or not to be.

Spinning around yet static,
Being both civil and barbaric.
Surrounded by the sun's light,
Yet living in an eternal night.


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