July 15th,1991 Poem

Half gone;
half thru...
Half baked;
Simmer blue

Thumbing through
a book of
blank
pages
Feeling frustration
consternation

Beginnings end
the same,
As a numbness
Creeps into my brain
Buries the pain
and the past
but at what price,
all tomorrows due

Sort of barnacled upon
The high tide postmark of life

poem by Midnights VoiceReport problemRelated quotes
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