Voices
In her naivete,
She felt blind.
It was surreal,
and in her mind
The madness cried
This is a dream.
Her heart became numb,
Her soul became black.
And when she
walked into the dark,
She never came back.
Voices
In her naivete,
She felt blind.
It was surreal,
and in her mind
The madness cried
This is a dream.
Her heart became numb,
Her soul became black.
And when she
walked into the dark,
She never came back.
Tempestlady commented on Voices
02-28-2013
02-22-2013
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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