Will the Sun
Ever rise again
O'er this cemetery
Where the Romantic
Is buried alive? This
Appian Way, Death's Expressway
Exclusively for de la Artist?
I hope not-
it hurts to see my compatriots
Die and go unappreciated Like this. My
Persecution never ends. This Orwellian
World wants me dead. My pain
drains itself away onto paper
Exactly (like a carbon copy) in the the style of how
My blood spatters the canvas.
(2 July 2008)
(Justin, Texas)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem