In the face.
Down, deep in sorrow.So much grief and worry.
Finding focus is a losing battle.
Will this day ever end?
Will this trauma subside?
What can save this man from his gloom?
Ahh, Plank in the face. Much better.
In the face.
Down, deep in sorrow.Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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