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MY TEACHER ASK ME TO DESCRIBE HOME
PERTURB-LOST
LONELY, FULL BUT SO EMPTY
IT'S LIKE LIVING IN A CEMETRY
THE DEAD ARE NO LONGER IN EXISTENCE
AS EVRYONE IGNORES MY PRESENCE
BUT ITS HOME
PERFECT FOR THE DEAD
HERE IT'S JUST A SHELTER OVER MY HEAD
A refined poetic imagination, Roshana Phillips. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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4/30/2024 6:25:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem reminds me of the poem THOSE WINTER SUNDAYS BY ROBERT HAYDEN. It's a highly relatable experience that I resonate with in toto. A concise and poignant bit of verse. Thanks for sharing, Roshana. May you future be greater than your past and present would let you dream of. Remain enriched.