You always said, violence
was in you. Everything was dying
around.
There was a tacit understanding―
enacted,
interceding with―
a lasso. The baked silence
always stares at you.
I have no praise,
no condemnation for anyone.
Inevitably you suck the moon,
your thumb,
your blood.
A poem falls on the ground
to breathe again.
A poem falls on the ground to breath again. A wonderful inspirational write. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just Depicted my Life as is now..! relaxes me so much and immensely! .. and that Poem would fall n the ground