Constant Poem by Semi Onur Sevinc

Constant



Rusten bites moaning
Screams, moaning growing
No one but all around.

Grinden a dusted town
This isn't where i grown
It's all Small,
it's all thrown

Thats not me look at me
I wasn't going to nor won't be
Yet not sorry can't be
He is dead, now i'll

Olden bites rusting
Laughs, moans growing
Not one but all around

Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: change
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Two days after visited my old house at rent on another city.
In the morning i remembered my friends my life and sorenes when i left there. And become sad simply. Yet like in 3 seconds. Gone! Like none of the memories are mine. That change kind of frightened me like that me is killed in seconds and i am happy about my day like it was someone else some one who is not alive anymore so i felt like writing about it.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marcos Rodriguez 16 September 2014

Very interesting poem! Made more interesting by the title and your notes on the poem. I'd like to see more of your poems on PoemHunter. You have a unique perspective. Check out some of my poems if you like. - Marcos Oro

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