Sandra Feldman


Fragile is the Flesh


We are all addicted to something,
Mostly Not Ourselves,
It is amazing how most people,
Tend to destroy themselves.

Fragile is the Flesh,
And the Mind too.
We are mostly made of mesh,
Where All, but pain goes thru.

Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

Topic of this poem: love

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  • Freshman - 1,782 Points Kevin Patrick (6/6/2014 11:22:00 AM)

    Its short but their is a great depth to it that you could read it again and again and it seems like their is always a new meaning to it, as humans we develop obsessions be it in other people, or objects, we are our own worst enemies when it comes to these things, I can see why I want to steal ideas off of this, its fantastic, not pretentious but really sincere. (Report) Reply

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