They Come Poem by Lev Brekhman

They Come



Out of the sun,
Where you can't really see,
Often they come...
Too often, it seems.
Blows and perils,
You try to escape.
Evil film, your life reels
On the sky-scape...

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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