A Man's Coward Cough - Poem by glorious alice
Thousand of apologizes for my guilty mind
Never stand by me...I am a sinner.
Every thing is meaningless for me.
November will curse me for my entry.
October still chase me to the end of its ugly.
My years will confront with seasons-
Why you keep this fellow alive.
I am worthless to the invaluable people of the world.
My dreams are loaded with demons.
I lose my nerves, when, as if Octopus vampires tiptoe on my bedroom’s wall.
I feel I am plunging to hell with open eyes
I never knew how hard this human beings’ life rolls
If I was a bin box, some one could throw their waste in to me.
If you are a brave
Don’t come at me
Even my shadow fears to people.
A stranger hits me for a speedy crossing him-then
I make a slow step to a stranger-still
He strikes me for stalking him.
On seeing real folks
Even My cough tunes down cowardly.
Come to the nearest valley where
You will hear the howling of millions of strong men
Obviously I am the only howler there.
I wonder on how my bawling becomes powerful.
A witchy woman tore my young heart
Every night she brings hundred of fatal boxers in my dreams
Savagely knocks me down in a ring.
Her questions are like a deadly punch
I subsequently fall down with bleeding.
My answer to her is unimaginable and brutal –yet
My coward heart faints to her hideous face.
King Solomon said every thing is meaningless,
Though he was a king.
Here I am the meaningless.
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