Poem of the Day:

Not Again

And now with my hopes
Dashed to the ground,
I find myself aimlessly walking around town.
My heart,
Which this morning beat so fast,
Now hurts with the dull ache,
That disappointment brings; a pain I recognise (all too easily from my past).
And to think that I was almost ready
To sing.
Now,
No joy, no laughter.
Just a boy that needs looking after.

Tim'06

Choonage: The Reindeer Section - Deviance