dealing in death
I set out,With good intended,
When somthing in me,
Becomes misdirected.
As summe turns,
A winter falls,
My stomach churns,
Ive accomplished nothing at all.
So judge me swift,
Claim my soul,
Life is a gift,
But its gotten old.
dealing in death
I set out,Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
half light chasm | 1 | 07/25/2009 |
burning contentment | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
dealing in death | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
TRIPPO HIPPO | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
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