Poem2
Dark and cold
Used and sold
A blistery scene
You and me
Quiet hours
Pondered days
light slowly turns to gray
memories of you fade away
No longer wanting to live this way
My lip quivers
My soul shivers
love dies
My spirits high
No longer do I sigh
And wish you would arrive
I got carried away
Day light comes
The sun looks like fun
So, now I'm done
Panaramicpoet commented on Poem2
05-22-2009
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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