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Originally Posted by erikestabrook
This is one of the latest of mine, its going to be published trust me
What to do?, I have no clue,
You've made your mind,
almost out of view,
When it rains it calls my name,
its main objective is to rot my brain,
lonely nights, surrounded by bright lights,
who knew with all the action in the city?,
I'm the only one out of view,
not looking so pretty.
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Erik,
This is a lovely, yet sad poem. Seems as if you are trying to find you way. You wrote this beautifully. I love the way you began with something almost out of view, then finished with yourself, the only one of of view. I love the wrap around connection. I also love the line of 'When it rains, it calls my name', very powerful imagery going on here. Please do find the poem about the rain, we all would love to read it! Great Job ERIK! Thank you for sharing! Take Care.
Painted
