Evie Johnson

The Fugue - Poem by Evie Johnson

Hello and Goodbye
Is all we get
He is perplexed by himself
Scared of the divergence of an opposite
Drawn down by a history
The snow to him
Seems more from an angel
As he shoots and
All is protected
This is when we realize
There has to be a God
Or something out there
Life is not supposed to be
Copious with regrets
People are not counterparts
But more of counterpoints
From the music of life.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 18, 2006

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