I know he’s worried
about impending ice
I’m worried
about the inevitability of it
all
the end
and all the rest
I’m trying to catch the plane
train
to see her
before she goes
and the weather closes in
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
December 15, 2008 in Poem | Tags: ice, unfinished poem, weather
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December 15, 2008 at 7:56 pm
Paul Squires
Haunting.
December 16, 2008 at 3:07 pm
poeticgrin
Paul said it best.
December 18, 2008 at 2:03 pm
medicatedlady
I wish I could haunt him
them
And not you
who are kind and thoughtful
Still
if my words haunt
I know you have been hunted
haunted
before