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First Poem in 20 (?) years.

In a little room with little chairs
nervous little mice chit rather than chat.
They nibble at their fingers.
And twitch.
Some mice leave. Bravely. Or stupidly.
Most stay forever. Hiding behind each other.
Waiting for crumbs to drop to the floor from high.
From no one. There never was anyone.
And they starve waiting for it to be safe enough
To leave.
And it's never safe.

~Sascha Fink

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jinglebellz61
Mar. 9th, 2010 10:29 pm (UTC)
Poingnant, powerful and insightful. Very well done. You should write more!
siduri
Mar. 9th, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC)
I like your poem!
baldurrising
Mar. 10th, 2010 12:55 am (UTC)
A little bleak, a little nihilistic. But it fits.
mry19355
Mar. 10th, 2010 02:16 pm (UTC)
great work!
Yes, write more
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