AvenueA Poem by Jessica CowanHow much do I enjoy the enticement of the cold damp of the night within the winter darkness of my blight?
How much do I look forward to the deafening scowl of each lost moment the discouraging agreement of my latest disaster?
How long can I stare wistuflly into anyones eyes, assuming nothing full of complete weakness, suffering?
How deeply will I strive, efficiently at most to see the success of this shadow-like ghost? © 2013 Jessica Cowan |
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