FROM loneliness to rage,
you slip into a bluster
of moods, each one has a
flag of its own.
FROM loneliness to rage,
you howl for any one
with two arms, to hold you,
untill this sadness passes
away.
FROM loneliness to rage,
you cry missiles that
explode in your head,
and land at your feet.
AMEN.............
your almost as angry as me sometimes david, very well set out this poem i enjoyed it well done Warm regards AJS
You're always so full of passion David. So much emotion! Great job. Sincerely, Mary
Great poem David, Better to land at our feet than shoot down a whole batch of unsuspecting innocents? lol 10 from Sexperfect Missile! Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'you cry missiles that explode in your head, and land at your feet' - terrific image.