Autobiography: Four Haiku
Created | Updated Oct 2, 2014
Among falling bombs
I came to consciousness.
The bombs continue
You taught me to love.
Tenderness. The way you touched.
And then you left me.
Frantic and alone
My joy died in its cage.
I could not free it.
Dance, think, dream then die.
Life is so preposterous
Why do we bother?