Back Another Day
Here I sit
Looking at the dreary sky
Welcome to the next episode
Of I hate my life
Don’t try to help
I’m just not feeling it today
It’s nothing you did
It’s nothing you said
Soon it will go away
This too shall pass
That’s what they always say
Of course it will
But it will be back another day
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Conflicting Feelings | 0 | 03/15/2018 |
| Anticipation | 0 | 01/01/2018 |
| No Longer | 0 | 09/15/2017 |
| Sudden Spirals | 0 | 06/12/2017 |
| The Storm | 0 | 04/24/2017 |
| A Closing Door | 0 | 04/19/2017 |
| Back Another Day | 0 | 04/19/2017 |
| Struggle | 0 | 04/08/2017 |
| Empty Seat | 0 | 04/08/2017 |
| Here Again | 1 | 02/10/2017 |
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