Limbo
Change, they say is constant.
The state of limbo is even more constant--
It stuck like a gun, ready to explode
in your mouth.
Every minute
You are on "tinterhooks."
Limbo
Change, they say is constant.
The state of limbo is even more constant--
It stuck like a gun, ready to explode
in your mouth.
Every minute
You are on "tinterhooks."
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Humility | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
Life is where I am sitting Now | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
Limbo | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
Life and Death Make Sense | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
Take A Break | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
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