Wednesday, May 18, 2011

A little poetry?

Heaving

He can’t repress the mentality
Born of bleak dejection, but not
of dire necessity. From father to mother
Reputedly waging insignificant wars
of words. How can this be real life?

My mind is full of confusion
Listen, voices of your children
Power, they choose your fate
Sitting futile domicile for old,
waiting to die, only to reflect life

Why can’t I hear you think?
Why can’t I help you see?
Why can’t I see you strive?
How can I feel you now?
But you’re not here.

5 comments:

  1. nice poem, very thought provoking

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  2. @Fiddlesticks - yes, I am a writer. That is what I do.

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  3. Nice poem. keep up the good work.

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