limerick about sorrow.

there once was a man who felt sorrow.
for love, he would beg steal or borrow.
but it didn't work
there was only hurt...
Now he's a ghost haunting tomorrow.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The impossible task

Panzer Strider: or, We're all wayward bound

What if Oedipus was my dad? (a reframing of the past.)