Tuesday, September 18, 2007

a dreaded poets society

sometimes i think
i d rather die
than live
in a world
where there
is hate
that grows
like a tree
branches
corrupting
the skies
the seas
treacherous lies
body on rent
soul on lease
claustropbhic
existence
no fresh breeze
much happier
than us our
the birds and the bees
untouched by mans
sinful disease
a single moment
eternity
unlike us humans
wallowing
each second
in self pity
me
a rusty
lock
corroded insides
a hairpin
as a master key
unlearning life
life’s greatest
tragedy
unconfused
agony
to be or not to be
in the hereafter
a wordless poem
eulogizing
a dreaded poets society
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