the door goes bang
he leaves
with no assurance that he is returning
she stays
and something went bang!
could be a gun
and her hands and her head and her bed
he does not want to know
out there
in the island of himself
where a surf and a tide lies
in his solitude
back to the door
that went
bang
and the real bang
of the head
some prayers need to be offered
in the island of himself where a surf and a tide lies in his solitude i like three lines
Bang Huh! ... My Condolences to the Victim and the shooter (I Guess) ... Interesting Story... Could make a movie of it (smile) ... MoonBee
good write i agree that this poem is very good work so yeah keep them up ^_^
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the tittle is a hot one keep up the good work