Strange Land

Strange Land

A Poem by Mark

I am a martian
designed in red dust
fired in passion and lust
I feel.

Broken communication; I am
Confused, I don't understand
the language assumed by this land.
I reel.

Singular and isolate
I travel, I don't care where
Moving through this human fair
I deal.

© 2017 Mark


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This was a very chill piece of writing. Loved the structure and word flow, and it just moved very well. Great piece.
-Richard

Posted 6 Years Ago


I found this soothing. Just light, space, I enjoyed the piece for its quiet tone -
-x-

Posted 7 Years Ago


Mark

7 Years Ago

Thank you Rosalind. Always a pleasure.

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Mark
Mark

Dallas, TX



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