I bowed <br /> <br />Out of perfection <br /> <br />I'm running <br /> <br />With a concealed shadow <br /> <br />And they chased <br /> <br />And chased <br /> <br />Will I ever see the bay? <br /> <br />A golden trace of a new born <br /> <br />Shedding glory off this window <br /> <br />Or a rotten dirt <br /> <br />Etched deeply <br /> <br />A scar <br /> <br />Beneath the ocean <br /> <br />Of questions. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> - The Rockchick<br /><br />Marie Joyce B. Negapatan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-248/
