Life
Hurt, sorrow, sadness
It consumes me.
Indirection, rejection, remorse
It consumes me.
Desperation, indignation, obsession
It consumes me.
Love, joy, happiness
It escapes me.
Pride, fulfillment, contentment
It runs from me.
Victoria Marlow
Life
DandyLyons commented on Life
07-18-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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