Little King of Sorrows
Wonderland - Poem by Little King of Sorrows
My hand in ascension.
"Can I have your ATTENTION! "
Poets like these.
The first point of mention.
Another detention, yet slight in dimension.
Lack of expression, not a poetry session.
This is not my profession. Just my hidden obsession.
My skill didn't lessen. I feed on progression.
No moral or lesson.
Simplicity born of the womb of my guessin.
Simply just messin!
A deranged confession.
Of my own retention.
From childhood collection.
The rhythmic injection,
done to perfection.
In my recollection.
Just a suggestion.
While I ask you this question.
WHO R U?
Comments about Wonderland by Little King of Sorrows
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You