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Where I'm From

May 21, 2009
By Casimir Panawash-Bielinski GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
Casimir Panawash-Bielinski GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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I am from the edge of a Wisconsin wood
Whose filter stole my light
From sunsets across the road and throughout the sky
Where trees were few and alone.
From feelings of being out of reach
of my destiny, or better paths to reach it.

I am from poisoned bottles in the yard
I was convinced were from the street.
From a sense of perfect innocence
That is lost, dead from action but not from thought

I am from the clan of the genuine
Past the point of no return
From a heart in my head which escapes through the holes
And clogs the air like smoke

Now I am from golden memories too
I am not a perfect tragedy
But gold does not leave scars
My gold I let be

The author's comments:
This is a poem about my childhood. It is very self-involved, but others may possibly relate.

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