Plate of foodA Poem by Jon Roggie
Just for the illusion.
Honestly, how am I to shake it off? Hold it together for a few hours, waiting until I am alone. Yet, everyone seems to expect it. Tell me how it feels. Tell me after you freeze. Tell me when you finally have a chance to be alone. © 2015 Jon Roggie |
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Added on February 22, 2015 Last Updated on February 22, 2015 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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