Who Am I
Who should I confer to?
My burgeoning despair.
Whom should I obtest to?
To cure this impair.
Where must I go to?
In bosom, where I can be;
I bid not to do wrong,
When all is so bleak,
It gets tough to last long,
Where can I sleep?
Which thoughts do I miss?
Forgotten, I pine
Whose grief is this?
For is it but mine?
7/11/20
Six Relatives Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
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