No resting Place
Experimental form
I ring my bell.
So you can tell.
I am a leper easily
As I am bound to do by law.
Although I can wander freely.
I am not welcome anymore
You want me gone
So I move on.
There is no resting place for me
nor do I think there’ll ever be.
Until I die
Eventually.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Added by Dan Costinaş
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