Scribblings of a No Shoe

I write poetry, so do millions of other people and in my opinion they do it a lot better than me. So read on if you will. It might not be to your tastes, yet its as real as any spoken word. Enjoy and comment if you will. I appreciate harsh feedback.

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Brief moment of thought




I chose not to venture on,
A walk that will not be tread.
With the whisper of wind, so cutting it hurts,
Keeps company of the dead.

Anon

Maybe more of these, seems short bursts give people less to talk about or maybe they spend so long trying to interpret it that they forget the original message

Yes more of these in the future. 
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