Ken Bennight

Gold Star - 4,880 Points (Dallas, Texas)

Treason - Poem by Ken Bennight

Nature screams has does machines,
mans dreams most constantly marish.
Scraps and bits are suckeled like tit,
each in its own dredge for comfort.
Cry and try until we die to gratify our reason.
Expectation is treason...

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2016



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