There are many men who are not there, we can find them everywhere these empty people. Sadly they have wasted so much energy being what others expect they have never taken time to learn who they are.
You found me, Michael! He's a real nowhere man... ...sitting in this nowhere land... Well, I'm sure you know the song. Love your poem. Makes me think you almost know me. Lol! Love and peace,
I hate to say it, but this sounds like me. No one knows who, where, what I am. Perhaps I never was. Loved this one, Michael, as I do all of your poems, perhaps moreso. John
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
Regis
Superbly written in the style of someone who really knows. Reminds me of that old song, "Nowhere Man."
Ron
Love ya!
Jane