Quisling My Friend

They told me one
could make no harm,
then whispered two.

This poisoned rat
tastes too foul to be
done right through.

What's this sudden
black hole doing to
the face in the lake?

Why are his eyes
so cold and empty
if they're not fake?



Poetry by SparrowN
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Written on 2005-12-05 at 20:31

Tags Betrayal  Cynisism 

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Evelyn
Very good! Okei..den var for våre engelske venner... men jeg liker det! det har en veldig fin flyt generelt, og det slår meg som noe annerledes, veit ikke helt hvordan men det gjør det..jepp... kommentar slutt
2006-08-09


Emelén The PoetBay support member heart!
this has to be read again and again
the images wont leave it seems
a very very good poem
2006-07-27