numb by Richard Trotter Bony hands, they shy away voices dissipate, calender breaking wrinkles forming, looming chords shuffling clouds on the guilty citadel- lost is the kingdom that fears to want, desire, turning with the force of empty pockets where did you go? dried up reservoir in a crater expecting too much, I might need you when my face hits the pillow. 01/24/2004 Posted on 01/24/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Sam Roberts on 01/25/04 at 04:31 PM I agree with norma, those 2 lines are so powerful. I guess I'm not the only person who feels numb then, well captured. The last line tied it all together quite brilliantly. xxxx Posted by Kalikala Smith on 01/29/04 at 01:32 PM i had to read this a couple times so that i could soak it in. great read:) Posted by Mara Meade on 01/29/04 at 05:19 PM what an incredible description... Posted by Megan Langley on 11/17/04 at 02:04 AM The last line is so powerful to me... Though I was reeeally slooow at realizing you're a member again, I'd like to say it's great to have you back! :) Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)