Lonely roads

Loneliest are those roads,
where i make each step of terror
afraid of the horror
I loose my ignorance
Out of the arrogance
of those bitches
who wait nearby the ditches
Where air is a spy of danger in a stranger
that anger even the wild bush
and make me rush
Out of the loneliest roads of the town
That make me a clown
Into the crowded world
Where bursting horns
Hurt me like thorns

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3 responses to this post.

  1. its been long time since i commented on ur blog..was busy with my exams
    no change in the blog ..same complex poems for me..
    😛

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  2. hey ..nice to see u back..well nw..im going to be bsuy with my exams 😛

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  3. I don’t know whether I have said this before, but, your poems are beginning to sound more and more like rap or poetry slam. I don’t know if that’s a conscious effort. If it’s not, then it’s a bad thing, and you, as a poet, should be extremely cautious.

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