Explore Poems GO!

A Bitter Taste

Rating: 5.0

Many have a hard time understanding
They live for self and that of society
They are the walking dead yet they don't even know it
Eyes with blackened spots having holes
Viscous fangs with blood dripping off the side
You share with them the truth
They choose to run away & hide
Yet deep inside they may still question
Why am i here?
They can't even help you

Cause they won't help themselves
Read More

Sunday, August 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: peace
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM