Sandra Feldman


Isms, Like In Pessimism - Poem by Sandra Feldman

As the quite moss does gather,
Round the lives that can't go farther,
Where all hopes have gone astray,
The black clouds of pessimism,
Inundate the quite prism,
Of a World that's made of 'isms',
And won't really ever change.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about Isms, Like In Pessimism by Sandra Feldman

  • Michael Mcparland (3/3/2015 2:00:00 PM)


    It's very easy to let the darkness creep in and become very pessimistic. All I can do is continue to fight and hope. I know you can and will too my dear friend Sandra. :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 2, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 2, 2015


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