Igor Wolfson

(26/12/1989)

Dig it


No more power, no more hope
No more need to pull the rope
This is not what you call 'life'
Just because my soul here dies

Endless stress and nerves and strain
No, such pain gives any gain
No such suffering is fine
Should I somehow learn to fly?

But when disaster comes to being
You are your own master, dear
They wont be there to help out
They will just stare until you shout

Get out of your box of problems
Break out from your thoughts of need
For even life allows mortality
For even mind allows to dig this shit

Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2009
Edited: Sunday, November 29, 2009

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  • Seema Chowdhury (11/26/2009 9:59:00 AM)

    go out of you box of problems.....
    very nice expression. welcome to poenhunter.
    see some of my poems too.
    take care (Report) Reply

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