Seeing The Edges, Of Dad. Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Seeing The Edges, Of Dad.

Rating: 4.5


ROAMING free, in a spell bound
dream, there are snakes here,
dangerous snakes, and the isolation,
of a drunken king, one man grapples,
another crys, another throws himself,
into the wicked night.
ROAMING free, into the devels arms,
theres are drugs to make you like him,
and drugs to stop your heart,
there are snakes here, dangerous snakes,
and the isolation of a drunked king.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Wanda Swim Strunk 03 October 2005

I think this is your best yet. I like the lyrical style of it.

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Allan James Saywell 03 October 2005

IT'S GREAT MATE, A DEEP READ WITH A EDGE LIKE A SWORD REGARDS ALLAN

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Kelly Allen Vinal 03 October 2005

Goodness, this is powerful. Loved the last part best: -)

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