I walk alone,
All alone.
In this dome of misery,
This dome of anguish, loneliness, pain.
I look around, I am blind.
Frustration preceeds, death succeeds,
your memory receeds.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
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Some of my poems put together, I will add more as I write and refine them, Please feel free to add your comments or email me at prodigalpoet at gmail.com
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