Faking the pain
The poems pretend
And fake the pain
Time comes like a bird
And my mind like a gun
Sets the perfect timing for the trigger
This big bang!
The sad soil demands a flow
Of blood
A watering of misfortunes
Havoc
So the flowers of progress
May bloom
Anew the scent of sense
The petals of pulchritude
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.