Words



The words bite me,
Gnawing my eyes,
Ripping out my tongue,
Silent forever.
Except in my head,
Where ideas shoot
Into space,
Like sputniks from China.




Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-11-27 at 13:37

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pettyodd
this poem has got power,
i love it!!!
2005-12-01


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there this is so powerful and at last someone from the uk well done
regards mike
2005-11-28



brilliant write absolutely brilliant ,,,Eddy
2005-11-27


artrotica
This is awesome. Oh how I can relate...great write.

Art
2005-11-27