Picture Poem #139 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #139 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Suffering phobias
of bruised egos

the future is lost
in hopes for ourselves

day like convert
of harbored light

Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: future
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