many writes poetry now,
many writes about life and they wish they
were not alive but when they hears a gunshot nearby
they run and leave their shoes behind.
many writes about love,
love is a bastard and am sure they are
not related with love but they thought
they know love.
many writes about friendship,
friendship is a son of a bitch without trust
and most of them have learned never to trust.
many writes about death,
death is the wages of sin and even
if they abstain from sin; one day they will
still die.
many writes about nature,
nature is a trick and he has learned
beyond death and they will never learn
beyond death.
(2013)
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Barb Clarke
about 7 yearsYour poem did make me think more, but it always comes down to things are always changing. What I think I knew changes and in the end we are always learning. Writers just express
their experience in different ways, this blog
is helping us all do that. It takes courage to
share and I am thankful for it all.
steven
about 7 yearsthank you for the comment duce and i think he's entitled to his opinion, if that is what he thinks then so be it.