Depressed

Trees, wind, earth, blood,
all is in the same direction as the world spins.
We are dead,
on the time that goes by.
All we have is,
trees, wind, earth, blood,
till the end.

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Femi Joey Oloidi

August 19, 2012 at 6:14 AM

It seems the poem, is quit compressed,in the comment box, you could have a clear feel of the poem in my own poem area. Pls feel free to do so.Thanks

Femi Joey Oloidi

August 19, 2012 at 6:08 AM

great poem! I really adore this poem, so I had to come up with my own poem, titled 'Compressed'. I used Rayn's poem,but changed the terms, poetically. I hope you will like it. Compressed free breeze, free mind, free heart, and free boldness, all sail along the same projection as the world pins them tighter together We are red and sad, as time rapidly tows by And we notice that all we have is, fees to pay, weird thoughts, health to compete with, and rods to walk on, till they blend ©kingfemi Oloidi