The End Poem by Eli J Tod
The End
Take
These Broken Wings
The World
set upon the flutter
Fly where silence sings
Take time
To smooth the stutter.
Dont forsake my
Drum
With its Wild Steady beat
Wait
Until the days begun
When violent colors
Light the street.
Spider web glamour
Binds tight Reality
Where -dreams- seem
More
Than pretend
Memorize reflection to see
Whats become of me.
Nothing
Is Concrete/Crystal
Until the End.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 2:17:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
