Because I knew
Your planto bury me under the mud,
chop my flesh
tear my bones
trash my soul
Because I knew
your plan
to deceive me
to drag me down
I stayed away,
far away,
where you captured me
anyway
Because I knew
Your plangraceladymn commented on Because I knew
09-13-2009
09/15/2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
---|---|---|
Title | Comments | Submitted |
Prayer for Havana | 2 | 09/13/2009 |
In Days like these | 2 | 08/31/2009 |
Future memories | 1 | 08/31/2009 |
Because I knew | 1 | 08/31/2009 |
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.