For Fi.in.e Moods
Go out. I stay in my house and read.
The friends who I had, never many,
Are gone. The world seems colorless,
Not worth engaging. My mother's
Like this, but says she's not depressed.
I know I am. My father is dead.
These are two ways I differ from them.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-09-02 at 00:20
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I'm Turnng Into My Parents
I'm turning into my parents. I neverGo out. I stay in my house and read.
The friends who I had, never many,
Are gone. The world seems colorless,
Not worth engaging. My mother's
Like this, but says she's not depressed.
I know I am. My father is dead.
These are two ways I differ from them.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 64 times
Written on 2020-09-02 at 00:20
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