I'm telling you:
There's nothing between us!
Except words, drawings –
What an impossible task
To fill up my mind with ideas
Of people and their duties! –
I'm sitting across the street –
Where le gente meet –
There's a feather flying from a pigeon,
Who's trying to reach the blue sky,
I watched it and thought:
I would have taken an eye for an eye.
And what an eye would that be!
Dark brown, looking deep into mine,
Searching for something, perhaps for a soul –
There's just a void, a big black hole –
My organs are rotten, even filled with mold;
Will you heal that, are you that bold?
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Author:
anna_noday (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Well done.... a little grim at the end but says what you intend I think.....
Thank you:)
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