my poems are like cages
yesterday’s tiredness still eats away,
leaving me numb on the eve of to day.
why do we think that we can disobey
everyone and everything every day?
rules need some followers; devoted sages.
that which resides amid these pages
is almost as complex and beautiful as he when he rages.
who am i kidding? my poems are like cages.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.