Robert CreeleyWhen I know what people think of me I am plunged into my loneliness. The grey hat bought earlier sickens. I have no purpose no longer distinguishable. A feeling like being choked enters my throat. Tags: LivingDisappointment & FailureSocial commentariesLife ChoicesU.S.Mid-AtlanticBlack MountainFree VerseShort poemUncategorized