Getting Nowhere Poem by Sandra Feldman

Getting Nowhere



Writing sooths the wounded heart,
But sometimes the heart still bleeds,
You feel lost,
Instead of grass,
Walking sadly, amongst the weeds.

Saturday, November 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 29 November 2015

weeds can be beautiful too

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