are we still doing poetry?
This one is pretty bad too, but it's top on my list for the goofy book my girlfriends and I want to do. Give me an honest opinion... Don't hold back! I never claimed I was a brilliant poet!!
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What could touch me now?
Tears from blind eyes
that see not the suffering,
or words spoken by the deaf
who cannot hear the truth
but continue to speak?
What would end it for me?
A drop of blood
shed by one who feels no pain,
or a shiny ring
from a man with no fingers?
Where do I go?
To lie in the rain,
beneath a cloudless sky
and roll in wildflowers
that bear no petals
but thorns in abundance.
Untitled
What could touch me now?
Tears from blind eyes
that see not the suffering,
or words spoken by the deaf
who cannot hear the truth
but continue to speak?
What would end it for me?
A drop of blood
shed by one who feels no pain,
or a shiny ring
from a man with no fingers?
Where do I go?
To lie in the rain,
beneath a cloudless sky
and roll in wildflowers
that bear no petals
but thorns in abundance.