Payback

how much suffering, do i need, for my grasping, nastiness unsung, how much aching payback, 4 word n deed, before me spirit's, sprung, escaping from this pathetic weed, a hell on earth is yet decreed, suffering now getting up to speed, if i preferred, be hung:) song of one bung lung is sung.... thank you Elizabeth Wesley, " Emptiness of Living,".... Don

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 3/23/2012 6:07:00 AM

While stopping by to read your wonderful poetry I want to say thank you for the kind comments you have left on mine. I hope you have a beautiful weekend and find it full of inspiration Don. Love, Carol

Joe Maverick

Date: 3/20/2012 1:42:00 PM

Hmm... well its a down piece Don "right enough therefore its a big empty 7 from me..)

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/17/2012 10:16:00 AM

Well, well Don.....in truth I like it ! :) - Have a lovely weekend! - oxox love Anne-Lise

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/17/2012 9:03:00 AM

Good morning, Don,,nice dedication... "HAPPY ST PATRICK DAY TO YOU , GOD BLESS~ ALWAYS PD ;-)

Russell Sivey

Date: 3/16/2012 4:53:00 PM

Wow, what a depressive write this one is Don! I really like this line a lot, "a hell on earth is yet decreed," what a line that one really is! This is a rough write to read talking about "grasping, nastiness unsung" and "before me spirit's, sprung" and all of which this is before the death and destruction of the second stanza. Awesome poem, just a rough read my friend! Great Work!!