Open Poetry #14 |
the fog rolls in |
jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
into my concrete boots and gloves daily I slip and heavy as they are it seems I would be more sturdy each new day than the last but instead weaker I grow and to the darkness I cling as lower and lower I sink my eyes journey the fog orbiting a path unknown and unchosen but death takes me not for unfortunate am I- to my head my body is not connected [This message has been edited by jellybeans (edited 06-14-2001).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
but death takes me not for unfortunate am I- to my head my body is not connected loved these lines... |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
strong melancholy |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
thanks both of you and yep melancholy days bring melancholy poems.....sigh |
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