Author Alfred Kreymborg Existence is the place where one slowly bleeds, Life, its Golgotha, Love, its crucifix, Self, the mob that scorns the soul and Nature the god who goads them on. Mother mine: Help me to love. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments