EntrappedA Poem by Donald MeikleAlone in a crowd of wishers Free to slip away Fl[ppant answers tying me in To never ending questions horizons remembered keeping me sane Sunsets of past indiscretions How did I ever end up in here responding to guided impressions What is it they're seeking? So earnestly lost Have they no caution to counting the cost Is peace so unnerving They have to move on? This is not why I'm here Consider me gone © 2013 Donald MeikleReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 11, 2013 Last Updated on December 14, 2013 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..Writing
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