D. L. Firestone Feinberg
My Sense - To Some - Insensible - - Poem by D. L. Firestone Feinberg
My sense — to some — insensible —
My words — too — indirect —
Misunderstanding — usual
Reaction — I — expect.
Forever I've been lonely, tho' —
As if in prison cell —
What be my way — too strange to know —
Impossible to tell.
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