For MeA Poem by kenny
I try and I try to see,
what there is for me. Nothing but emptiness, for a man like this. black coffee for the sunrise, and an empty house, no surprise. no matter how hard I try, the things I seek escape my eye. Another day of working, another day of hurting. so pained by what I am, No longer do I believe I can. © 2011 kenny |
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1 Review Added on May 27, 2011 Last Updated on May 27, 2011 AuthorkennyAboutI mostly write sad poems, tongue in cheek poems, and poems about rocks :) more..Writing
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