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The Prize Inside
Contributed by
PoeticReign
on
Wednesday, 29th October 2003 @ 11:21:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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Swinging at a piñata
That's just not close enough.
The blindfold's getting tight,
Making it so tough.
Without a sound I feel it's near.
The swoosh of the bat means I'm almost there.
I reach again without success, but
It's toying with me with such finesse.
I patiently pause, waiting to hear
But only in vain, I begin to fear.
Now the blindfold's loose, and I turn to face,
But not quickly enough - it fell back in place.
Speaking so clearly it's calling my name.
For such a long time we've been playing this game.
We've been so close, yet so far apart;
Time and again you've tugged at my heart.
Now the blindfold's gone; I feel you touch my hair;
But then you knock me down - can I only stare?
You're getting to my head, and I long to run and hide.
Will I ever reach the prize inside?
~PoeticReign 09/95
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