Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2017
the ground screamed at me,
begged me,
implored me,
until finally it grew quiet,
and that is when i heard it -
so i took off my shoes and went outside,
greeting the earth with my feet unshod,
and it spoke to me,
as it likes to do.
i cried,
because i took so long to hear it.
Bela Matyas Feher
Written by
Bela Matyas Feher
332
   kim
Please log in to view and add comments on poems