I Will Walk Alone
Ripping at my heart,
shredding me within.
These tears that fall
will carry me
till the bitter end.
Is its fate decree
that I stand alone?
Perhaps it is best
the answer remain unknown.
I Will Walk Alone
Ripping at my heart,
shredding me within.
These tears that fall
will carry me
till the bitter end.
Is its fate decree
that I stand alone?
Perhaps it is best
the answer remain unknown.
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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