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I Am No More
I am no more.
Slipping, sliding, gripping.
Where I once stood,
Stands a likeness,
Unlike me.
A well of wellness:
Emptied.
The remnants reminding,
Of the definitive un-defining.
What I was
I am no more.
Reviving winds,
Winds of change:
Even they
Seem the same.
What I was
I am no more.
Seeking solitude
In sleepy sorrow.
That this could be
The last tomorrow
Refreshing, chilling,
Slipping, sliding.
This misery,
Warm and abiding.
What I was
I am no more.
Jamie Carroll is a native of New York City and spends her days working behind the scenes
in the world of film and television. In her own time, Jamie's loves include traveling, photography and all things outdoors.
Email: Jamie Carroll
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