Beautiful Poem Shades.
Sounds hauntingly familiar.
IrishMic wrote:
The Librarian
The loneliest girl in town
stands in front of the stacks again.
Sometimes the pain is deep.
She bites her hands, blood flows,
trickles down her fingers onto the floor
leaving a crimson stain.
Another day,
A man standing over that spot,
retrieving a book from the stacks,
will totally miss the stain.
Who can blame him?
How many times have I seen that face,
and never even bothered to ask why.
An aspie poem from an aspie time.
I wrote it the day I realized that a girl I knew from high school,
who at that time worked at the local public library,
whom I had not seen in some time,
had had a crush on me,
and that a gulf existed between us.
It is also the only poem that I ever published.
It makes infinitely more sense now that I know I have Aspergers.
08 Nov 2005, 8:24 pm
