Human Condition Poem by Philo Yan

Human Condition



Like Dr Jekyl and Mr Hyde
Accountant by day
Werewolf by night
A quiet soul by sunny day
Soul less creation by moonlight
Where does it end?
A never ending nightmare
or dreams could bend....
A journey of flight
or a spiraling fright...
When we dig, the more we feel
Burrowing deep multi layers
Complex creatures, to reveal
a play, a band of multi players

Sunday, July 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
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