I am losing it...
I am but a wild, chronic itch
calling for verbal justice
in between the secondary lines
of all the worlds lost poems
in the sea of a Socrates legacy.
That is why I and only I
can retell the tale
of the one man standing
at the end of all said and done.
I have nothing more to say,
recantation is all about oblivion.
I will sleep now.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-07-04 at 22:39
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It all happened during falling
I am but a wild, chronic itch
calling for verbal justice
in between the secondary lines
of all the worlds lost poems
in the sea of a Socrates legacy.
That is why I and only I
can retell the tale
of the one man standing
at the end of all said and done.
I have nothing more to say,
recantation is all about oblivion.
I will sleep now.
Poetry by Bob
Read 595 times
Written on 2008-07-04 at 22:39
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by Bob Latest textsI seldom walkthere’s a rumor there will be no full stop so many regrets who am I |
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