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.
Wo woooo cool down, that was big words and coiled in super meaning, belt it pretty well :) _Unwritten SOul
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
This is a very good poem, like most of your's. The way oyu explain everything is exeptional. Keep up your talent