abbas abubakar


Raw Death - Poem by abbas abubakar

Broken chair walk in cloud of gravel spine
Yet montanes cry of lost voices
Deserts have been encroached by stamps of death
Claws of wind tearing shielding rocks if desolate soul
Calm and rough
Tiny and wide
The echoe of death chase mad dogs
Into pit of hell


Comments about Raw Death by abbas abubakar

  • Freshman - 745 Points David Dale Kush (8/6/2013 4:21:00 PM)

    Much deeper than my work my friend very thought provoking (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,229 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/1/2013 7:08:00 AM)

    Wow. Wonderful write... Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 1, 2013


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