Desperation Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Desperation



I run as wind-red wine, across
cracked lips chapped.
Yes, it burns.Untasted!
Dropsy, shadows stain, Unkind.
One feather, father finds, Unloosed.
I ride the gutters leaf, Unashamed.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shadow Girl 13 October 2011

Sometimes its easier to be unkind and hated than kind and rejected. Sad but true. -SG

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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