who is this man
I’d like to know
to seek me in places
he has no right to at all
he was a moment
just one
long distant ago
we all have to keep moving
~
flitting through darkness
to watch him home
he seems a world full of troubles
does he believe me the cause
of the tempests and storms
that he carries inside
I meant no wrong to him
sought only for myself to survive
nothing more
I never aimed for his heart
what right has he to despair
when I did nothing to him
nothing
at all
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 12/18
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Comments1
The intrigue goes on Frank - I wait with baited breath.
Delighted you're enjoying, GF.
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