We all die
why?
Why do we die?
Are we all
too shy?
Like a crippled fly
with a tear in its
complicated eye.
We all die,
so why do we cry?
@Steven Francis poems 2001
The 2nd collection of poems from Carmarthen poet Steven Francis. This was started in the beginning of 1998 and while Francis is still young the focus is still very much on death and obssession.
About Me
- Steven Francis
- I started writing in school and discovered it was the only thing that could hold my interest (apart from sex). I knew from the lump inside me that some creative channel had to be my direction. And be good or bad it is some kind of legacy.
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