Crusted Hands Poem by Chealsey Marou
Crusted Hands
I am in beneath of the tomb
Crawling at the edge of the slimy enclosure
I can smell the disgusting creature
Who's standing on top of my tombstone
He's the one who dragged me outside the world
Locked me and nailed me
To make sure that I will no longer escape from his hands
So that no one will exploit me nor posses me
Because for him I should live for his sight only....
A refined poetic imagination, Chealsey Marou. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
HE The Great Savior, Locked me and nailed me To make sure that I will no longer escape from his hands//////
To make sure that I will no longer escape from his hands So that no one will exploit me nor posses me Because for him I should live for his sight only.... he locked me and nailed me. prison and in darkness. tony
Poignant write. Great imagery. Loved the way you have expressed your feelings. Congrats.
superb poem penned/ congrats for being selected as POD in the dark sphere of world wind killers are crawling nailing the chaste humanity dying thousands......
Wonderful imagery and allegory.of a life, freedom denied. Congratulations being POD...10
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I would like to translate this poem
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I can smell the disgusting creature Who's standing on top of my tombstone...... he is the one who dragged me.. imagination with power. tony