Imponderables
Thank you for the transcription of my post. My handwriting is questionable. At times I have a hard time reading what I have wrote.
(Everyone's Moved On)
Mr. Quicksand
standing there
crying tears
upon your feet.
Quickly dying
in the noon day sun.
Standing stuck,
smiles.
By
Roland
7/26/13
This poem describes the way I am stuck. Certain things I cannot do for myself. My words and thoughts put onto my blog allows me feel like a human being. Every time someone writes to me is like a tiny sun in the darkness of prison. Thank you and please, if I ever write something interesting or upsetting, let me know.
Roland
7/31/13
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