The Fool, Me

The Fool, Me

A Poem by Calvin Warden II

To know the pain she feels
She talks to me "The Fool"
Not her but me
I know how she feels
Lost alone and afraid
So out of place
As if from another time
To join this strange (human) race
See the fool on the hill
I said to introduce myself
Yet it's but a dream
'Cause in the walking hour
Thir sight of her is gone
"The Fool" is still me

© 2020 Calvin Warden II


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Added on March 10, 2020
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Calvin Warden II
Calvin Warden II

Saint Louis, MO



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I'm a father of two wonderful kids and I've been writing poetry for well over 25 years now. I have no true style to speek of manily writing in free verse. My poems range from immature to thought provo.. more..

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