Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 46 Points (Montenegro)

No I Am Not Made Of This World - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

The flesh denies the touch
The touch denies the real
The real denies - just like me
That I am here struggling to learn
The ways of all the flesh
To cast the touched within the womb
Where fires burn in torches raised
No I am not here and you cannot find
A single thread to lead my steps
Might as well be a net
Caught within itself
Struggling to learn the ways of all the nets
‘Too broad a human, should be narrowed down’
So as to stand under the shadows
The same ones I stood against
The day I was born
When Irony stood my way
No I am not, not made of this world
I am 9 an upside down 6
struggling an in between zero

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011


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