You have stripped the world
Of conversation, friendship and love
And offer nothing but unsatisfactory
Substitutions of scratching and feasting.
Yet you are heroized and held high,
Slipped upon a pedestal and sculpted,
Like a happy child holding a gun
To the back of a mother's head.
This is a very good poem, like most of your's. The way oyu explain everything is exeptional. Keep up your talent
Beauty of poesy shines in your fingers.. An amazing poem again
wow...i have to really ponder to grasp the depth..but thats what good poetry is about...great. SG x
The finger just pulled the trigger. It is a subject of mystery..why we keep on having blind faith when the odds are against us..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wo woooo cool down, that was big words and coiled in super meaning, belt it pretty well :) _Unwritten SOul