Open Poetry #49 |
Where it really ends |
ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
I have five hours to wake up, Eventually the sun will rise, I'll rub at my eyes, Once again realize I'm going blind. Someone will chatter, I'll force a smile, I've listened to so many tunes, I might as well be deaf. I've groped in the dark, In search of my voice. I must be mute. Richard |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
that would be a sad thing...james |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
Even with all my senses, the need for others sight, hearing and voices would make me whole again. Your well written poetry reminds me of these needs. 88's friend. She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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