..this is stricktly symbolic .......


hardened days




so you pick pieces
of my naked days
leading me down
desolated roads

candles burning
lips hard and sealed

threads of love
wowen into shields

blood a coulour red
shading into the black of night

footsteps on my back
air hard to breath
and anguish a name I recall

as hardend days picks its tool




Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-24 at 07:28

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
wow Katherine how powerful are these words

footsteps on my back
air hard to breath
and anguish a name I recall

as hardend days picks its tool

anguish a name i recall
wonderful well done

rgds Michael
2007-03-24