Thursday, October 28, 2010

False Hope

Black waters churning,
faces spinning past.
r
 e
  c
   o
    g
     n
      i
       t
       i
       o
        n
How can we hope to answer
the true questions?
I
 F....

We can't recognize our own
reflections.

2 comments:

  1. It is rare that a poem makes me gasp--your's did! Wow. Thanks for posting!

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  2. you make your poems so deep. Thats good!

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