Pietro Grossi

Crash From Dream (English Version Of 'triste Risveglio') - Poem by Pietro Grossi

At the top of strip tease
Panties started slide down,
When the door bell woke up me..
Nasty..Terrible sound.
Who the hell making trouble,
I went straight to the door...
...An old man came toward me,
How he reached my floor?
'Oldish, what are you looking,
In my flat walking free? '.
That's the mirror, That's me! !
Oh my God, what did happened
To this face that was young?
It was better keep dreaming,
Morning startin' so wrong.


Topic(s) of this poem: wake up call

Form: Sestina

Comments about Crash From Dream (English Version Of 'triste Risveglio') by Pietro Grossi

  • Rajnish Manga (1/10/2016 8:38:00 AM)

    That's the beauty of our inner world. When we are so much engrossed in sensuous pleasures, our inner self comes into play to guide us directly or indirectly. Very well articulated. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 10, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 20, 2016

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