Pieces Poem by Minerva Agriam

Liken a bomb knowing you
Was never fun.
Searching for the truth
Reality from you.
Like scientific research,
Experiments or try outs;
One by one truth comes,
Pieces of your real life.
You were building a world
Of quietness.
Vices, pride, lies to the excess!
Loving pleasures like avarice!
Senses tasteful as candles.
Accumulating every beauty;
Senses of the flesh!
Desiring to have all!
To the fattened rich
You sold yourself like
A piece of meat!
Sucking things from the rich
To your wanting self!
Your passing time and presence
Pieces of you fly to the abyss!


(4/08/03. 1: 55 p.m)