deepundergroundpoetry.com

Same

 
We are the same you and me, under this sky.
We are impressions; we are painted
stroke by unjust stroke dragged along paper
by fingers of great steel affliction.

We will bleed more easily or difficultly
than in the stills beyond the retinas of others
and we will break and be broken
for love, wealth or any other worth.

We are the same you and me, under this sky.
We are impressions; they'll pour us
into the wind or feed us to the worms.
So let us gently stroll, down the same short road.
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6 reading list entries 2
comments 8 reads 1000
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 11:21am by Grace
COMPETITIONS
Today 11:15am by Her
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:24am by Too_hot69
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:56am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:15am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:33am by DCLXVI_1989