I Tried To Ask Myself Why I Shoot Beggars.,
silence replied
in muted echo less
cry..a tear dropped
a mournful sigh
as i live within
every captive
frame i shoot
i die ..
i cant shoot
blooming buds
blushing flowers
snow capped
mountains
sunsets
i would
commit suicide
my pain within
the silhouette
of the beggar
i hide