I am losing it...

It all happened during falling

I am but a wild, chronic itch
calling for verbal justice
in between the secondary lines
of all the worlds lost poems
in the sea of a Socrates legacy.

That is why I and only I
can retell the tale
of the one man standing
at the end of all said and done.

I have nothing more to say,
recantation is all about oblivion.

I will sleep now.

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-07-04 at 22:39

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