Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Self

Rating: 3.8


Bluened sight interiorly grasping my moods
and turning me into myself.
Finding no where to go in this dismal life.

Thursday, May 2, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: moods
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 15 May 2013

Short but very intense & kinda moody in a nice way. I like it: -)

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R.j. Wynn 10 May 2013

Crafty, great poem, bluened should go in the dictionary.

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