Mark Eyre

Rookie (01/03/1986 / Pontefract, UK)

Unborn - Poem by Mark Eyre

If you looked with your heart
You would see the real me
But you look with your eyes
You see the betreal in me

You touch with your fingers
Instead of your mind
Your ears are deaf
Your eyes are blind

If you feel me with passion
Your fingers will burn
The paper drops faster
Than your children will learn

Let the sun set
It's doing it's job
Let the girl rest
While she sobs and she sobs.
And she sobs

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Unborn by Mark Eyre

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 2, 2008

[Report Error]