DYING FLOWER

Sitting in a corner,
crying like a calf,
evaded by fate...
Blood dripps from my mind,
yet there is no trace,
no trace of me,
no trace of thought,
I'm a defected monster
in the closest of eyes.



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 16:49

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Even Golem has a soul to cry for, that is what I thought when i read the book. This dying flower poem really exemplifies mans sorrow in all it blood dripping gory detail. And I still want to embrace the outcast, misfits are Tai's most ardent companions. the crying like a calf line is striking to the hearts core.

Nicely done.


Smiling at you,

Tai
2007-02-27