every evening
i see four swans
every evening
they call my name
and sing me to sleep
with voices of angels
and every evening
the words they sing
are made of
clarity, love, hope,
a calming dignity
...but like always,
I OV3RTH1NK!sorry
didn't mean to yell
but my thoughts make it so,
so hard to keep my composure
and every day
and every evening,
i lose some of it
more
and more
and more
and i keep asking myself
how long until i finally snap?oh, how i wish to see
four swans forevermore.
YOU ARE READING
𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘
Poetryi look at the white bells hanging off green shanks - they are perfumed with death.