The MissingA Poem by Amant CacheMy pen won’t meet the page so I fill a book with tear drops and hope they’ll be able to tell my story. Why do memories of the good times fade just when I need them most? Why do the tears keep falling when I so desperately need to stand up tall? I’m crippled with fear and regret and the only crutches I’ve got to lean on are delusions of myself. © 2009 Amant Cache |
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2 Reviews Added on November 5, 2009 AuthorAmant CacheColorado Springs, COAboutI am a romantic realist. I have an addiction to that which is intangible. I long for more than what I have. I pretend to be a poet. I drink wine when I am lonely and I cry when I am angry. I find insp.. more..Writing
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