Haters Poem by Andytics mufc

Haters



Slipped
Got hurt
Bruised
And puncture wounds on the arm

In a snap
Giant flies 
Swarm to the wounds
Murmuring songs of delight
Like bees on a scarlet rose

That within few weeks
The wounds shall recover
Dawns not on the flies
That their delight shall be cut short
Is miles away from their imagination
Miles like the moon to the earth
 

Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
At times people who wishes others bad are consumed with the pain and misery of others that they forget that such one day the misery and pain shall be gone
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