this is a room
room which rhymes with poem
in a rooming house
with faces......which also rhymes
it can be on any street, in any country
in fact, it need not be on land at all
but anyways it is a room
shall we give it a name?
i don't know about you
but i choose to call it: Pain
and there they are
him with his wisdom
her with her memories
and the daggers are drawn and ready
in this cancerous room
which does exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem here. The ending seems unfinished. Read mine - When Love Dies – Adeline