The letter

Don't cut my fingers off,
I still want to write.
Write that letter of
confusion.

You took my pen,
and I cut my finger,
and wrote a letter off anger.
Till you hit me in the head.

You took my consciousness,
and I finished my letter
off confusion and anger.
In my sick and peculiar dream .




Poetry by Calle
Read 1012 times
Written on 2005-11-15 at 21:20

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