I Don'T Know Poem by Bullion Grey

I Don'T Know

Rating: 5.0


Sit and sigh,
on the fourth of July,
watch the rain come through.
All mornin,
its been so borin,
I can't think of what to do;
no, I don't know.

Ive got my bills,
and my rent,
Ive got a small check,
thats already spent,
and through these days
we travel a maze,
of times that are less than heaven sent;
no, I dont know.

I went down to the corner stop & go,
thought Id get myself a drink,
heard an old song on the radio,
and my heart began to sink;
I took the bus home,
and felt so alone,
the only words I could think...were,
I dont know.....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Viola Grey 10 May 2009

some days the rain just seems to sink right through your bones and leave you with a sense of deep melancholy...but, that's when we write...nice work

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Ashraful Musaddeq 08 May 2009

A nice poem with some activities but deep in sense.10+

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Fiona Davidson 29 April 2009

A very poignant deep felt write here Bullion...very expressive...10+++

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