Peter S. Quinn


Just Out Of Luck - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Give me feelings close and true
And never let me again go
Each conclusion is up to you
To make them worth its flow
You can't try me out alone
With no reason giving at all
Come entitle me on your own
Like a reflection to sprawl

Daydreams have to go for now
I can't handle them insecure
It's going downhill somehow
Like an eventless gyrating tour
You are now distances climbing
Bringing me just out of luck
Optimism the habits mistiming
Inside pitch-dark outlets stuck

Fed up with obscurity anguish
That's filling my dreams up
Only sadness of gloom languish
In its black sorrow coffee cup
We are now near distances way
Gray tones in between the deep
Night of longings unease the day
Nothing of ours again to keep


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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