I Will Walk Alone
Ripping at my heart,
shredding me within.
These tears that fall
will carry me
till the bitter end.
Is its fate decree
that I stand alone?
Perhaps it is best
the answer remain unknown.
I Will Walk Alone
Ripping at my heart,
shredding me within.
These tears that fall
will carry me
till the bitter end.
Is its fate decree
that I stand alone?
Perhaps it is best
the answer remain unknown.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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