The Quiet Island Poem by Laura arwen

The Quiet Island



Your thorns wounded
my heart
For me the
money and the
books are a
big temptation
Hey God I'm
damned because I'm
living in sin
For me fashion
is a torture,
a discomfort
To do nothing
is quiet boring
but an exciting
experience
Sometimes to be
rich isn't the
right way to
be happy
I might have
the opportunity to
relive the kindness
of blackness
There's nothing to
do when the
pain is too
big
It's hard to
find a reason
for our dreams
We are fool
and ridiculous if
we don't accept
the little changes
There is no
reason to maintain
of the promises
incomprehensible and very
extravagant

Saturday, December 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: island
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