war

Hemingway is waiting on my doorstep

With an unused baby shoe

I couldn't kill the bug in my room

Because maybe it is Kafka

I had to broke up with Fyodor

Cause he was gambling

and hell knows i am not Anna

I didn't finish the book

So Ivan doesn't die

Not because i tried

i already living in 1984

i am looking for peace in which war?

Author's Note

This is my previous poem Peace's Brother

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe in Trump world. All of us are searching for logic dear Beren. It does feel like a 1984 novel today. I liked your dance of thoughts. Thank you for sharing the amazing and entertaining poetry.
Coyote

[Beren]

We all lost a war we didn’t even were in.

Thank you for reading sir. Much appreciated

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear poet and you are welcome.