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CELEBRATING CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT BAYLOR SINCE 1966

Periaktoi Writing Post

Volume 55
Issue 1

Single Visual Art Post

  • Poetry
Blue
Annie Marks

 

No one is here but you
Lost in a world apart, it’s blue
Hands are methods of destruction
Touch is as lost as me
In a world where no one can get too close, and where all of our truths and emotions are hidden
from sight, lost from true contact
Lost
Like a sock behind the dryer
We wish it would just be “normal”
But we are educated antelope, running from tiny lions
Lost, losing, left-out liars who pretend that they are not working for self gain
Worried, wondering, woeful, and lost
The smell of peace in our noses and the blue sky in our minds
We are as lost as the antelope
Hooray. We are returning to “normal”
Blue behind the masks