Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

SHALL WE CALL IT A HOME
FOUR WALLS A ROOF AND A DOOR
THAT OPENS NOWHERE

SOME WINDOWS
OUT WHERE THERE SHINES
NO SUN OF HOPE

A BED OF REASONS
UPON WE LIE DEAD
UNDER BLANKET OF IGNORANCE

A HOUSE WHERE ARE THE GARDENS
BUT WITH BLACK N WHITE FLOWERS
WITH ALL THE PINCHING FUME

ISOLATION IS THE ALONE MEMBER
THE INVISIBLE FAMILY
IN A BOX CALLED HOME

WISH AND HOPE
THIS NIGHT OF AGONY TURNS
INTO FRESH MORNING FULL OF
REAL LIFE


--pallmaroof