For some reason I often fail To fathom deep, intricate poetry. My thoughts still creep, The words are not so sweet. I am left incomplete. So these arcane thoughts sweep. What has become of me? What is actually real, of avail?
04/18/2009
Posted on 04/18/2009Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
I love the fact that your rhetorical question is answered in the title of this. Great to see you posting again.
