Poems from Neftee
In the quiet hours before death.
all men must come to terms with their lives.
all the parts, and all the seasons.
they must observe it,...
Stuck, entangled,
Entrapped in the mangled
Mess of the past
This hollow tomb for a doer
Of evil is empty and black
There is no hope for the...
It is a peculiar and otherworldly feeling.
It is subtle.
Subtle like a touch mark on a knife,
Or a fingerprint on a mirror.
But in the...
There is a stupidity in this world.
It drifts from person to person
And it lingers in crowds.
It is subtle but so widely stretched
It...
One day gone.
And not even that.
I miss you already.
My throat is sore,
From having to make up for my lungs
My whole chest is left weak...