Forgotten WorldsA Poem by Alfred KukitzThe Middle East visits consciousness.Windows have lost their conventional wisdom, I look outside to see Syria, Iraq and Egypt. The bullets and bombs streak by my consciousness, Laughter has ceased everywhere you hear ears. I am as lonely as an inmate seeking a change of clothes For I have made the world to my liking I have forsaken the worlds I cannot see. © 2014 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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