Useless

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    Useless

    I am a million peices in the wind...
    I am a jigsaw puzzle without peices...
    I am a crossword without answers...
    I am a wordsearch without letters...
    I am monopoly without money...
    I am a computer without a hard drive...
    I am music without sound...
    I am a song without words...
    I am a maze without a beginning or an end...
    I am a book without pages...
    I am a teacher without students...
    I am a bird without wings...
    I am an angel without God...
    I am the sun in the rain...
    I am the stars covered by clouds...
    I am the moon without a face...
    I am a window without glass...
    I am a gun without bullets...
    I am an athlete in a wheelchair...
    I am a General without an army...
    I am the President without a country...
    I am a house without a roof...
    I am lost without a compass...
    I am an ocean without water...
    I am a fire without heat...
    I am math without numbers...
    I am red in a black and white film...
    I am a movie without actors...
    I am crying without tears...
    I am breathing without air...
    I am sleeping without dreams...
    I am eyes that cannot see...
    I am ears that cannot hear...
    I am a body without a soul...
    I am a million peices in the wind...
    And I am useless.

    Emily Wallace 5-15-09

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    Hampton commented on Useless

    07-14-2009

    First person poetry always leaves the readed in a quandry as to whether the poet is speaking of his/her self or in this case just making a statement in general about the subject of self worth. Nicely written in either case

    MouseGirl555

    07/24/2009

    Thanks

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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