hands clasped
mouth mumbles.
all things
in and out
of this world,
crumbling, colliding
in my back yard.
palms sweat
lips scorched dry.
suns and moons
rim my face,
all must go
all must go.
hands clasped
mouth mumbles:
this is not a prayer,
somebody please
cut the umbilical cord.
may,2012
welcome to poemhunter, yr poem rocks, but '' lips scorched dry.'' is this a appropriate phrase? may be! otherwise good poem indeed, i like it
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Thank you Wahab. Checked and correct :)