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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Aaron J. Balko
| I am the invisible man fading more at every dawn. Now the wind cuts right through touching; when once I touched the world. Fading like a ghost in the rain gloom. Tearing away my fading memories: the unfeeling hands. No longer even believing in the past that is in my head. On a clear day I can walk though a field and look at a tree. In the sun, I can sill see these hands, once solid things – holding. |
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