All But Nothing Poem by Robert Rorabeck

All But Nothing

Rating: 2.8


Sick and on my knees,
Throwing up
A half digested God,

I am pregnant with love
Who cares all but nothing
For me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 12 July 2009

I like this very much; it strikes a deep chord I never suspected was there. Good poetry is like that.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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