Prop Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

Prop



Prop us on your breast
For we are needy
Dance with me in distress
For we are greedy
Bound me with your twine
For we are loose

Everyday a new breath taken
To live, to die
Who cares for this!
For we are diligent

Prop us up against yonder wall
For we are falling
Praise our name
For we are mighty

So for this we gain nothing
Reveal us to all
Confusion

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Cynthia Yildirim

Cynthia Yildirim

Florence, Alabama U.S.A
Close
Error Success