Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Sitting - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

I sit

close the doors
of my mind.

it is raining

in the window pane

rain tries to talk to me
but I don’t listen.

I sit inside my mind.

You leave behind you

with emptiness.

Comments about Sitting by Dónall Dempsey

  • (4/11/2008 1:56:00 PM)

    Windows...for looking out, or for keeping the world at bay...either way...we are enclosed in our own personal minds, no one there but us! No way we can be anything BUT alone...unless, of course, we let someone in! ! Talk about love, and intimitacy? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 12, 2008

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