Tit Poem by Marc Hurkmans
Tit
It feeds on itself,
it never gets enough
It has a mind of
its own, it seems
Your head is its prison,
inside it has free play
Dreaming your dream
of freedom for you
The mind’s eye, the
rat’s stare into finity
It has a mind of its own, it seems
Don’t worry, it’s all yours
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Marc Hurkmans
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
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...
4/23/2024 8:04:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
