Free verse № 153691
The Dark Poet
Haunted by the road not taken,
compassioned for roots of fluttering trees
and the restlessness of both,
observer of happy peril in a runaway colt,
finder of gloom in âeasy wind and downy flake,â
dramatizer of a hired manâs death,
of five hundred dollars for a pair of lost feet.
Through poems, if not his life,
love is agony,
lifeâs a trial,
expectation bows to reality,
bitter binds to every sweet.
Despair wed to fortitude,
endless bearing up â-
for gifts like these they call him dark.
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I also think it's too straight/technical/cold.
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I do have a facebook account, I tried to search for you but...I don't know your name, so that posed a minor problem. I did just friend request you on myspace, though I don't really use that very often. Try to find me on facebook, my name is my email address on my profile here.
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