WORSE STILL

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    I write from any emotion I feel at the time so its more of a wim then anything I do. it just when i feel something i try to write down how i feel at the time in a poem.

    WORSE STILL

    Worse still, the empty ghost days:
    numb corridor afternoons, uninhabited; shadows and light, flimsy blinds fluttering, no one home.
    Feels like a long hallway that keeps getting longer as you walk down it. You check the doors on each side, they are all locked. You look up at each door and they have the names of each emotion that you are feeling, you back away and keep walking down the hall and it seems like its getting longer with each step, you stop and think is this real or am I asleep? Then you wake up and realize it was just a dream.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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