Bad Air Poem by Nagourta

Bad Air

Rating: 3.6


The hands come under the doorcrack.
The hands creep through the window.
The sunlight doesn't touch me.
The hands come and they touch me.
And I suffer...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Demon lover 09 March 2009

its a bit sad but also good

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Howard Savage 14 September 2016

Great poem with a profound metaphor and strong symmetry.

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Rich in a raw rabidity reality that is reality for many. Thanks for sharing my friend.

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Chloe Young 17 July 2009

very personal, helpless and sad, well done <3

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a mysterious yet superb write..well done

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Dustin Harold 16 March 2009

The utter helplessness here feels unbearable, especially when the last line is absorbed. A very expressive and interpretive poem, a superb piece to your collection.

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