eyes

by Daniel Hooks

Monday 2nd June 2008 10:07 pm

with eyes of infinite sadness
and hands that are worn
I grasp the nettle
I cling to the new dawn
though the storm surrounds me
compounds and breaks my back
I thirst for longing of the love that i now lack

◄ here is the revolution

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Comments

<Deleted User> (5646)

Tue 3rd Jun 2008 20:21

I'm just a little weed. A bit like the one in the childrens programme "Bill and Ben."x

<Deleted User> (5646)

Mon 2nd Jun 2008 23:20

I feel this was written about me.
Thanks Mel for putting it straight. love Janet.

<Deleted User> (5984)

Mon 2nd Jun 2008 22:13

i think the format of this poem is just lovely Daniel. The content is poignant and not at all nettle-like...very, very delicate.

Mel
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