I'm telling you Poem, by anna_noday, at My poetic side

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?

Comments +

Lorna December 5th, 2021 08:28
Well done.... a little grim at the end but says what you intend I think.....
- anna_nodayDecember 5th, 2021 08:53
  Thank you:)

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