I will not succumb to this,
You cannot make me,
I will not give in.
But, oh, you’re so tempting.
I must resist,
I cannot give in.
What if I did?
What would it hurt?
I shouldn’t give in
I think I’m slipping,
I’m getting closer
to giving in.
I’ve done it again.
Why do I allow myself
To give in like this?
I know better.
I only end up hurting,
When I give in.
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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