čtvrtek 28. ledna 2010

Poem II.

I made this poem today, after reading first page of Frank Perreti's thriller "Monster"

Scraping branches
snapping twigs,
right now I wish
I had wings.

Motionless thicket
translucent haze
Oh, what a wicked
took me on this place ?

I am not hunter
I'm just a student
in back I have monster
as my hard burden

I know, in fact, it was
my personal choice
I wanted to listen to
Perreti's voice.

Sitting at home now
scared, a bit shocked
and what had I wanted
I really have got.

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