Talking to myselfA Poem by Jon Roggie
Why does it always sound like a conversation?
Let me tell you a secret. Each word, said so quietly, is heard by someone. I don't know who, but I know they are listening. Shush, I hear them coming. Time of the night. Maybe we can talk in the morning. © 2015 Jon Roggie |
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1 Review Added on May 3, 2015 Last Updated on May 3, 2015 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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