What Is This Thing Called Life? Poem by Dustin Dawin
What Is This Thing Called Life?
Life is not becoming it leaves so many scars scattered dreams it often seems I live among the stars yet deep with in myself where no one hears my screams what is this thing called life. I know not what it means.
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,leaves,life
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