they watch you split the seams of your timeless mind
it's unclear to them that God was unkind
staring from the bed of the Sea of Tranquility
wondering if you have enough time to write infinity.
to you they all seem incredibly dull
their bones are cracked like a sunken ship's hull
they walk past life without looking in its eyes
it sits back to watch as the lonely one cries
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
