Rewritten once again...
Talons of trepidation rip at soft dying skin,
at the very core of serene nihilistic sensibility,
whereas I, as it seemed, moved within,
in a state of long lost train station tranquillity.
I wish I was a withering pagoda height,
without any thoughts of besieged tomorrow.
That way I wouldn't be in the cuckoo's fight,
just someone you shouldn't steal to follow.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-03-16 at 20:33
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Why worry?
Talons of trepidation rip at soft dying skin,
at the very core of serene nihilistic sensibility,
whereas I, as it seemed, moved within,
in a state of long lost train station tranquillity.
I wish I was a withering pagoda height,
without any thoughts of besieged tomorrow.
That way I wouldn't be in the cuckoo's fight,
just someone you shouldn't steal to follow.
Poetry by Bob
Read 540 times
Written on 2009-03-16 at 20:33
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