A Usual Days Perspective

Member since 2004 · Posted 31 Aug 2004 · 1 comment

Sometimes my silence is deafening Somedays my solitude is interrupted by voices A few from the past- ghosts of my own incarnation Others from the present Constantly providing their unwanted "opinions" Realizing that the "human race" is just that An insistant banter of useless drivel Much like this poem

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[7] Dovina 31-Aug-04/8:19 PM Reply

All poems are useless drivel. The human race is useless drivel. Hey, two peas in a pod. Neither on better than the other. I feel better already.