Resuscitation?


I stand in pristine
fire pit, fighting vampires.
You bring black ice.

Migrating to moon?
Are you sure of the
honeymoon's awards.

Talking of karma
I don't believe in rebirth.
It were all my sins.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem



This Poems Story

Resuscitation?