parapit Date: Sunday, 1st June 2003 @ 11:35:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: plous slow anger melting, in time with force and reason, we all touch things here or vice versa, to purge my memories and life, all of the illusions, left is only matter, and some reason, an everyday walk, to go and be with the other dreams, desires, i like the other sensations better, oh we need moral servitude to bulid it, otherwise we just have confusion, comeing from the reason. like today, its eleven o clock, This poem is Copyright © plous Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=18404