Life inside the idiot box : My first and worst poem

Saturday, August 14, 2010

My first and worst poem

The first and possibly the worst poem I'd had ever written. Perspex Coffer The air is bitter and stifling The crowds are still trifling. I am here in my humble abode, No one can hear my notes, Even though they are bold, My cries are abundant, My laugh is made redundant. All I hear are hollow voices,... Sign in to see full entry.

Previous: (No subject) - New Entries - Next: Insomnia

Headlines (What is this?)

Referrals - About Us - Press - Terms of Use - Privacy Policy - Conduct Policy
Copyright © 2018 Shaycom Corporation. All rights reserved.