Dave Collins Poet Free verse

Of Recognition

This path I take
                      So familiar it seems!
Of sweet years past I dream,
Of distant seasons I dwell; But of love---
Of love I miss. Although deprived of a 
Maiden's gift, I bestill my aspirations;
             With passions gone I retrieve my thoughts but fail
             To comprehend; and now I must cater to my wounds
Of empetiness and bleed to the boredom that follows.


Same, wrote this in HS for a publication, 1970-71.

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Robin Davis September 30, 2013 at 8:35 PM These words make the reader think of your powerful and deep emotion from the soul and heart nice job