This is one of my poem ..
Title: My two hands
My two hands
my left and my right
always fight
My right helps,
cares and loves
My left beats,
steals and hates
they don't belong to each other
tho they are twins
they all think they have to mend the other one
that's the only idea they share
getting no where
they're fighting
one day they challenged each other to taste their paths
and judge if the other way is the best to forever walk
My right hand got ill when it touched evil
the feeling of reaching sins
surrounded it with thoughts
that the sun has died and the darkness is its prison
My left hand shed tears
when it has done good for the first time
it saw the sun how it lights its heart
the tears burned every sin it made
now they shake each others
no more fighting!
Comments
You are very imaginative...I can't wait for your next poem...