Today I decided to post a poem, here it is...
At War
So weary, so distended
My ankles swell, and my arms drag
My head battles the heat, and my back carries the weight
I can only look down, for I have no more pride
Roy Weltman
3rd August, 2006
About Me
- roy weltman
- I am, but a reticent ascetic and introverted expressionist where my daily contact is concerned, yet in my writing I find myself vibrant and assertive. This has been my experience of living. Yet with the coming of love my deepest of self fantasy is realized through the energy and positive selflessness of another who refuses to allow me my recluse lifestyle and lit under my soul a fire to burn and be what may. So chance it I shall…
1 comment:
I liked your very melancholy poem. there is much truth in it.
RJ
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