To be or not to be
this isn't a question
as I play at the words
swimming in my head
I often think about
well...dead
not death or dying
but dead
You know, like,
nothing in my head
I'm just bloody dead
no air
or words
to breathe or taste
I no longer have time to waste
so as these letters form from head to fingertip
am i really saying anything at all
or are they just friggen words
-I talk ALOT, but I say very little...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this. How did I miss it, I will never know, but glad I caught up again OWW! lol WoWW! what a great poetic per chance you are. Gonna hit your pages tonight! Yey. Smiling at you Tai, back in your saddle!