The Web Poetry Corner - Adam Gosha - The Price is Life
The Price is Life
by
Adam Gosha
Grow tired of the
house of mirrors where everywhere
turned is another blank page. The
price is life in another way or
one, be it internal or external
or both which is suicide. Fallow
a disguise and rot in
brothels while extinguishing pyres which
keep us alive. Truely
alive is when we are death, and
realities become nightmares and
spent are never our dreams.
A good way to say that
the days have
found silence, a conclusion of thought,
when the words begin defying their own
meaning.