Where I'm Going
Entry by: Godai41
31st July 2015
Where I'm Going
Title of poem: Grope
If
to grope through
wet and scattered leaves
is
all that
now can
be,
then
stuck and soaked and
pressed with meal,
wade
will
i
thru
pecks
of foliage strewn.
Title of poem: Grope
If
to grope through
wet and scattered leaves
is
all that
now can
be,
then
stuck and soaked and
pressed with meal,
wade
will
i
thru
pecks
of foliage strewn.