No resting place

No resting place.

 

Experimental form.

 

I ring my bell.

So you can tell.

I am a leper easily

As I am bound to do by law.

Although I can wander freely.

I am not welcome any more

You want me gone

So I move on.

There is no resting place for me

nor do I think there’ll ever be.

Until I die

Eventually.

 

Saturday, 29 October 2011

http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

I'm not sure how this experimental form flows but the image is really great. I like the idea.