running in and out
of the low hung autumn mist
I am, I am not
the dark passenger
behind the wheel
Shreve Memorial Library's Electronic Poetry Network.
A Room of My Own: Why Me Tanka
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I keep asking
*why me?* yet there's no rhythm
to this life,
its days like today scattered
by Fate among the rest
*Added:*
life is short
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