Two Sad Poems
From Row 15, Seat KIf only life was more like this, I'd be a movie
Superhero, saving all humanity from some
Unforeseen cataclysm. With my rippling
Muscles in my brightly colored spandex
Suit and my unerring hero mind, I'd
Fight. I wouldn't crawl in here, into
The darkness, broken hearted, looking
For a place where I can cry.
The First Day of Autumn
It rains. Why not? The days grow short.
The husk of my existence, with its
Cheerless ease, persists. I cannot show
You what is wrong. Beneath the husk,
There was a kernel, someone I adored,
But she has gone.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-09-23 at 15:51
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