There's poison in those walls,
Expanding like a pair of rats,
Infesting chaos with just a touch,
To all that can breathe and speak.
The walls can see what you did,
Frolicking within day's time,
Not caring about the world,
Except to give all its wrath.
There's poison in those walls,
Spreading like a bunch of cats,
To eat all that can fit inside
That tiny little mouth,
With no way out,
Except for that tunnel
That leads to nowhere,
But way down there,
Into oblivion.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Şiir"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
