no one can talk

There were three intensifying the silence,
two watching the side lines.
Joker in the back,
Making a deal with the devil.

But isn't this a peculiar scene.
Demons and men are all the same,
Greedy impaired to themselves
It's difficult to tell them apart.

No one can talk,
We all of some sense of it.
Sense of the dark,
Or pure light

It's too late got one gone,
And another coming
Find yourself again
And think different

You know.

Author's Note

Bla not very good but trying to beat writers block so enjoy the horrible poem ^w^

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the logic of this poem.
"There were three intensifying the silence,
two watching the side lines.
Joker in the back,
Making a deal with the devil. "
The above lines are real poetry. You did very well with the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sami Khalil]

"No one can talk,
We all of some sense of it.
Sense of the dark,
Or pure light "

You are shining more and every day with those new writes. I look forward to reading more...:)...............