A lonely Vietnamese
These twenty passed something years
I stand as an isolated stooge
no one loved me
when in Vietnam
none loves even now
though I am out of it
somehow
where is God
O some one say
does he too not love
my way
but then each day
I get messages
come son allure
don't worry
you have no job only
I am as lonely
laying on times floor
but poetry alone
I vomit daily
see I have so many friends
now only..
so many plus more+
on my
Waiting List
they alone have made
out of lovedly
a poet- tree
a lonely Vietnamese
O really!
Comments
Loved
A cry from the roots, a good write keep up these pieces as they are worth reading.
Try not to fold your feelings too much into the theme, a biography is OK as a biography but I feel that you should, after your rough draft make your poem a piece to relate to everyone that comes from a situation of the world.
Tjis will then make it appeal to many more.
Your pieces of late are beginning to evolve into what we have been telling you for the last few years young Bard.
Take care and know we are here for you as always,
Yours Ian..
thank you so much all coz of you
that I am evolving as one