Latin: /'vɒks pɒpjʉliː/ VOICE OF THE PEOPLE

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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Duckling by S Nakada

He never knew why,
'cause others saw.
But why should he know
when it didn't do difference?

But as time ticked and flew-crawled by; he
uncovered the core of
acapella life.
With waves of emanating-dislike
-for himself- society and himself-enormous-
he buried himself alive.
No more to be.

Now he drags and lurching-crawls,
longing-long love, longing-long life,
realising abrupt time.
Now he knows better than
listen himself-society talk,
when himself-miniscule knew truth.
Beauty is inside.

1 comment:

  1. So sad and so beautiful. I love how original your word and punctuation use is, as well as how the structure of the poem reflects its contents and themes - very well done!