look at the stars to see if I fit sorrow
the twinkle in my eye has faded too soon
so another day that is called tomorrow
and that's the day I look to up the moon
pinch is 2 fingers to see who I am
find out with a bruise that came at night
houses and actions are built like prams
and found the land of hope but not quite.
- Author: kingkev101 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 2nd, 2017 06:08
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
Comments3
This is very good Kevin ww
Thanks ww. I appreciate your thoughts.
Very good poem. Made me think.--Christina
As I read your poem I get the feeling that things don't seem the same any longer. What will we see tomorrow?
Lots packed in a few well crafted lines.
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