Friday, 9 November 2012

New poem

Nothing cures my misery these days
Who'd think life could end in so many ways?

Mother, I've commited so many crimes
And the worst is my own defeat
The poetry of sanity no longer rhymes
I lived over, and it's me they tried to beat

Nothing cures my misery these days
Who'd think peace could be interpreted in such ways?

So, speaking of interpretation - what do you think this poem is about? I want to know your opinions to get inspired!



MR