poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


What the hell?
What do you mean?
You starting something?
You want a scene?

The missunderstanding
Is rarely seen
Is rarely spoken of
Is rarely said

The missunderstanding
A silent scream
Passes by
And soon it's dead

It reunites
In a messy hell
Where all badly understood
Stories tell

And understand
Not a single phrase
Of the missunderstood
Such are the days