Treasure Island

Roger A. Rose

(July 20th,1945 / Madrid, Iowa) Updates


Blow you wicked, merciless wind.
Whip mind clouds to a murky froth.
Bring on the evil tempest of despair.
Drive on the surly, turmoiled broth,
Sour contemplation of life lived solitaire.

The terrible silence of these lonely rooms,
Makes my heart ache and sustenance spurn.
One night without My love is eternity.

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