Strange Feeling Poem by Sandra Feldman
Strange Feeling
Thinking, thinking all the time,
Up and down, life, prose and rhyme,
In the solitude of Time,
In the solitude of morn,
Life inserts its painful thorn,
For existence is a myth,
Knowing not, why we exist.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Kelly Kurt
07 February 2016
There's not a why And that's why I Try to get by And wait to die
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4/25/2024 12:40:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
How painful is a thorn that doesn't exist? personally, where all of my consciousness is, is my existence and that is right here right now ever see the movie The Peaceful Warrior?