Life is too, too.... what?
No words...none that come
to speak of demons, lost dreams
battling inside,
a world war
in the inner me!
SCREW YOU !, YOU FAT ASS !
I know, in poem, a thing of beauty
I'm crossing set rules
So sorry my "Poemie"!
But the incredulity of it all:
cannot be without
those words so perfect!
Don't worry, its all said
Under breath, a hiss only,
For I hope, really hope,
I still hold on to some sanity!
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
Life is too, too.... what?
No words...none that come
to speak of demons, lost dreams
battling inside,
a world war
in the inner me!
SCREW YOU !, YOU FAT ASS !
I know, in poem, a thing of beauty
I'm crossing set rules
So sorry my "Poemie"!
But the incredulity of it all:
cannot be without
those words so perfect!
Don't worry, its all said
Under breath, a hiss only,
For I hope, really hope,
I still hold on to some sanity!
