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this is my stop
by Charlie Morganholding court in my mind, my space;
i found the world [its people] guilty;
for impending doom. i closed that book
and all its influences on me. sat.
the face of time greeted me from its
reverse side, the back of the mirror.
a safety net, sagging to accept my fall;
sags still, awaiting gravity's ever-pull
on everything under the Sun; kept this one open.
i looked up, it was my station in life; though,
fecund with desire and need; still, and yet, i will beg
your leave as i trip-a-long, deluded, ignorant, happy. 09/23/2011 Posted on 09/23/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/23/11 at 03:33 PM Very nice write Charlie. And are we not all ignorant and deluded, those who don't know it are are probably deluded the most. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/24/11 at 12:11 AM This is such an interesting topic to write about and I can think of nobody finer than you to write about it; nicely done, Charlie. |
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