Open Poetry #40 |
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Solitary Rambling 45 |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
My life is but a keyboard, Plastic letters to touch in communication Spewing memories I hoard, Or the vagueness of some emotion. Shall I spill blood on the screen With several slashes of a literary knife, Ending some imagined life Which may have been reality, Just before this fantasy. What of nightmares that invade my sleep Disturbing me to waking Reduced to counting entails of sheep As reality crumbles to breaking Leaving me tired to face reality Downing cup after cup of coffee To face frauds and phonies And their family and cronies. To drive And drive returning to the same place Where once they knew my face To drive And drive where now I am forgot Where no longer comfort can be sought. My life is a keyboard Place memories to be lost and stored Gloom |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Professor, I would try your key board if I could play. Perhaps in my second childhood. LOL |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
whew, gripping |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"To drive And drive returning to the same place Where once they knew my face To drive And drive where now I am forgot Where no longer comfort can be sought." I know it is not easy, but you express it well... M |
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