This is what is leftA Poem by Andrew Hawkins
sometimes the words just don't come
the thoughts and feelings are there untainted emotions so raw they cannot be touched so fragile do they seem, that the slightest contact would shatter them and scatter them to the four corners of my very soul this is what really lies within me this is what I cannot bring myself to share all history has been stripped and I am left with only me this is the part of me that no one knows this is whats left this is the price I dare not pay © 2010 Andrew Hawkins |
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1 Review Added on July 13, 2010 Last Updated on July 13, 2010 AuthorAndrew HawkinsRichibucto, New Brunswick, CanadaAboutWhile the jury is still out about life beginning at 40 it seems, for me at least, poetry began at 40. Other than the enforced scribblings of a young child I haven't written poetry for thirtysomethi.. more..Writing
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