No answers are given
Questions unheard;
Do they matter?
Stars of the show; out tainting souls;
So many, naive and nowhere to go
Fear screams in hate smoothered faces
Avoid the mistake of showing your number
There's a woman down the road, she holds on to hope
Another sitting duck? , or a pick of the liter?
Old folks on their porches, mid November.
Innocent ones see what's real; wonder.
Who cries on a shoulder? that's not how it goes
the wicked and wrong,
Do no one a favor.
A nice poem, J K Simmons. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks
Questions unhead! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sublime and interesting muses poem woah.! Enjoyed reading it. Thumbs up. pleez do comment/review my newest poem too, titled, Dream Holiday places