In the midst of my turmoil
I stood up and told the universe
“I have not withered!”
The universe replied.
“You will.
Its just that my scorn
has yet to reach your heart.”
2
Under a moonless night
I feel alone.
A cold wind blows
I have felt
This before
But with a lesser passion
3
I sit up on Look Out point
the moon delineates
pointed rocks below
The night wind sends me
the story of an old man
that in the crooning
has become me.
4
I see everything I once was
and should have become.
Like the rocks
I am beaten down.
Sifting away to nothing.
That is okay by me
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Comments
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These are wonderful! I love 2! I think these are always fun to read but I have never tried them myself...any advice?
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A sad poem; well written.
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