Chrome Poem by Etienne Charilaou
Chrome
My hundredth poem
made all of chrome.
I cry for new experience
to assuage my dull existence.
Hear my sigh!
Hear this cry!
I will soon be what I am -
nought.
Can this dust do no more?
Am I only to rust,
in vain, to roar!
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: boredom,experience,new
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6/16/2024 5:31:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'Chrome' carries a deep feeling.