My End Poem by Alfred Lichtenstein

My End



Half hands hold my fate.
Where will it sink...
My steps are tiny, like those of a woman.
One evening lay waste all dreams.
Sleep does not come to me--

Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,sleep,woman
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