Not with a whimper
I am a ghost in my own lifeephemeral, drifting through the same day
over and over and over
rage and frustration build
until I want to scream, to smash
to assert my existence in some meaningful way
Not with a whimper
I am a ghost in my own lifeTrista3 commented on Not with a whimper
11-28-2013
11/28/2013
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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