Ghost Town
I feel like a ghost
Occupying a ghost town
Bypassed and forgotten
All alone and lost.
Things seem different now
Disoriented and puzzled.
When something seems right
Somehow it turns out wrong.
Bypassed and forgotten
Like a ghost forever stranded
In a ghost town long forgotten.
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
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Falling Friendship | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Daydreaming | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| My Reality | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Ghost Town | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Bump, Bump | 1 | 09/29/2009 |
| Never Ending | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Watching Me Grow | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Mommy - To - Be | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Motherhood Test | 0 | 02/18/2009 |
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