![]() GoneA Poem by Paul Pruett![]() Not going to say anything..![]() Drained. Empty eyed. Nothing remains. You killed what was left. My love is in a drought. A dust bowl of my heart. Nothing remains. The horrid midday sun is merciless. Evil as the hot desert wind comes You killed what was left. I am as a shell. What it fun? © 2014 Paul Pruett |
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Added on September 15, 2014 Last Updated on September 15, 2014 Author![]() Paul PruettAboutI am a former actor now a restaurant mangager who inaddition to writing poetry, which I have been doing all my life, I also write short fiction and screenplays. more..Writing
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