Dispair
Up from the bowels of hell to the surface he rose.
One look around, then he froze.
Back to hell he choose.
C.B.
One look around, then he froze.
Back to hell he choose.
C.B.
Dispair
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
COLD HEART | 0 | 03/22/2010 |
TOGETHER | 0 | 03/22/2010 |
From My Window | 1 | 02/07/2009 |
Prison Walls | 2 | 02/07/2009 |
Dispair | 0 | 11/22/2008 |
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