In the middle of a desert. A man sits upon a chair. He sits all alone. No one else there. He sits quietly pondering. While silently wondering. Why the people of the world. For each other. No longer care. I guess he is still there. In the middle of that desert. Still sat upon that chair. Quietly pondering. Silently wondering. But then again. Who really cares. Copyright useless poet 2006.
i think he's going to stay there a while... well it's figurative but i think it's confrontating aswell
Oh I really like this. It's the kind of poem I wish I could write. It's simple yet brilliant! *Peace*
