How Do I Feel
How do I feel,
Why don't I know,
Is this even real,
I don't know.
What am I saying,
This can't happen to me,
But what if it's true,
Hey, this isn't cool.
Where did I go,
Why didn't I know,
Why can't I feel,
Please tell me this isn't real!
What am I to do,
I don't have a clue,
I need some help,
That is true!
I got to go now,
I got to hide,
I'm sorry I did this,
I'm sorry I died!
But I ask one thing,
Now that I know this is real,
Just one little question,
How do I feel?
(continued) ..you sent this comment re my My Farmer Life poem: Can I be a farmer PLEASE! this sounds like an amazing time :) .....Thanks, Jammey. It seems i can not send you a 'message' via PH, SO here is my reply: (to be continued, since PH is being snotty!)
i wonder. did you ever contact the French poet? i wonder if it is male or female. i plan to read one (at least) of your poems, but first....(to be continued) ...
(continued) .. Farmer Jammey If you don't mind sweat, toil, and sometimes tears, plowing, planting, milking cows, & branding steers, sure YOU TOO can be a farmer. Welcome aboard! Grow livestock, plants, and maybe kids: a 'horde'? (now to read one of yours; what a choice! !) bri :)