Medea. Poem by Francesco Perdona'

Medea.



So I will kill my sons
Their blood lost
I am the killer
I am the mama
disgust & fear
the pain show
dark missal
Full of evil
That's what I get
This is the cost
The cost of pain
The cost of night
The cost of all.

Saturday, March 5, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: sons
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