Unreal Poem by Bob Axell

Unreal

Rating: 5.0


Say can you see?
The roads to missery
The paths on which we flee
Escape from dark alleys.

There is no end
No end to humanity.
May we not dream?
May we not pretend?

Emapthy awaiting,
Waiting for the end.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 09 October 2009

I like this; the simple lines, the rhymes, the end. Nothing humble here; it's perfect.

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I like LIfe SOmetimes seems unreal....or so we hope it to b!

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