Slow Motion Poem by Stefano Francavilla
Slow Motion
Eyes wide open,
movement seems to be
unknow to everything,
in a surreal atmosphere;
Frenetic cyrcle..
..and now you beg for calm!
Madness won´t help
nor support to escape
from what you fear the most.
Yourself.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: madness
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