Stagnate
People Stare within me looking for the answers to their life,
Sometimes this is not what they want
And it leads them to their own hurt and strife.
Don’t look back,
Slipping slowly through the crack.
Falling inside the deep well,
Stagnate water so stale.
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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| The Balance | 0 | 01/01/2011 |
| Corpus Creator | 0 | 05/16/2010 |
| Fortify | 0 | 05/16/2010 |
| Stagnate | 0 | 05/16/2010 |
| Terricolous | 1 | 05/16/2010 |
| Poet and the Pen | 6 | 01/05/2010 |
| Guilded Youth of May | 0 | 01/05/2010 |
| Nothing Compares | 3 | 01/05/2010 |
| Fair Love's Trial | 1 | 01/05/2010 |
| Driven (Nocturnal Youth) | 1 | 01/05/2010 |
| Nocturnal Youth | 0 | 01/05/2010 |
| Dreams in Digital | 1 | 01/05/2010 |
| Father Time | 1 | 01/05/2010 |
| Claim to Fame | 0 | 01/05/2010 |
| Sonnet 4 | 1 | 01/01/2010 |
| Wolfs Bane | 3 | 01/01/2010 |
| My Only | 1 | 01/01/2010 |
| Everything Except | 1 | 01/01/2010 |
| Comfort of my Soul | 3 | 01/01/2010 |
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