Useless Poem by Josh Morris

Useless



The World Around Me
It Has No Color Or Sound
I Have Lost My Vision
The Sence That It Goes Round
The Sun Was Awalys Gone
The Moon Was Never Out
When Your Dead
You Cant Very Well Shout
Ive Never Cryed A Tear
Never Cooked A Meal
Im Incapable
See How I Feal?
I Am Usless
I Will Agree
I Never Told My Self That
But You Awalys Said That To Me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ted Sheridan 09 April 2009

I liked the flow of this poem.

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