Open Poetry #4 |
The weight that i can see........ |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
sometimes solitude is my best friend but even it leaves me in a whim to fend for myself like i used too to understand being crippled like a snow blown machine i rave crying let me out of here im scared of living in fear as lips lock under mistletoe i struggle under weight only i can see but its too late .. you can let me go... my solitudes gone and im one with the cold |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Your poems have great depth |
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