Lenore11 Feb 2004
You brought me there.
I was right there with him. Perhaps I became him even.
In the beginning I could smell corn and bread.
Then you ripped me from the vision. Telling me that I couldnât smell.
Confused and disappointed I read on hoping there would be a way to get back the magic.
That somehow it would all make sense.
And then there was this,
âI havenât eaten it what appears to be over six daysâ
This poem could be grand. If onlyâ¦