i cannot look
\nto long faced lines
\nof woe or wit
\nor solemn etudes
\nhumming moods of
\nwoo or call your name<\/p>\n
as the rock
\nmouthed pessimist
\ni stand to draw
\nto me the gloom
\nof life and speak
\nso cynically of
\nhappiness and youth<\/p>\n
i slash at what
\nto me is thickwit
\nfeeble lives
\nportrayed in work
\nand calling out
\nfor help
\nthat is not wanted<\/p>\n
bottled up inside
\nwithout the benefit
\nof seeing what
\ni look for
\nshines frustration
\nlike alone
\nwithout a book
\ni seem to miss you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
i cannot look to long faced lines of woe or wit or solemn etudes humming moods of woo or call your name as the rock mouthed pessimist i stand to draw to me the gloom of life and speak so … Continue reading