very good!
skinupsimon Reviewed by skinupsimon on . My Poem Look at my life, feel my soul, an empty spot to be filled. I stare at these fields, barren , snow covered, dead, as far as I can see is white. Suddenly, I feel small, lost in the hustle of life. Why am I here? Where's my nook, talent,a God given right. To know, grown, and have the American Dream. To be free to go where I choose, find where I belong. To make a change in the world and find closure. My eyes open and I puff away. Staring at this blanket of snow engulfing my world. With Spring Rating: 5