Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2011
Where are you now?
You called out with pains in your
loud letters
(Frets and fetters)
And I worried
     even against my thinking better
                                                          of  it.

Where are you now?
Still fighting that sad oceans
deep weather
(Frets and fetters)
Still I worry
                 of it.
Written by
Timothy Mooney
497
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems