Aloneness Voices echo only in memory Images fade Time steals what I once had Rain It always falls Inside and outside Winter has arrived Chilled to the core Rain Icy pellets If only I didn't hurt so much I see a unicorn I weep Time goes by But there is no time for me Rain The storms go on and on But at last I shed my final tear And like the unicorn I am gone
There is that moment when we are overwhelmed with our despair and there is no one to turn to. I sensed that feeling again in this work and while it was not pleasant, it was admirable in that it stirred the ashes of the past and that's what poetry does. And you should know that you do it very well.
There is that moment when we are overwhelmed with our despair and there is no one to turn to. I sensed that feeling again in this work and while it was not pleasant, it was admirable in that it stirred the ashes of the past and that's what poetry does. And you should know that you do it very well.
So final at the end. Like the loss of the unicorn, something important here has been lost. A uniwue person. Fanatic impressive ob on this dark dark poem.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..