Wolfe Larsen Poem by David McLansky

Wolfe Larsen



As I'm slowly robbed
Of warmth and mind,
People proved
More cruel than kind,
At broken vows
I used to sneer,
Chilled and blind
I quake with fear.

Saturday, May 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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