by Rob Littler
If man is a machine
And all the in between
Is but a dream unseen
To the knowing of being,
Then I am certain of one thing:
An unfettered view of nothing.
Breeding a loathing.
Posted on 02/12/2013
Copyright © 2021 Rob Littler
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/07/13 at 05:17 PM|
I like how the body of the poem expands the title. Both dark and illuminating reflection of the human condition. Well done!
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/07/13 at 02:57 PM|
your poem makes me think, thus it puts me in the category of I am and that is all I can expect from any poem, that it proposes I think, and therefore to be who I am and I thank this ode for that.