You stuff the bird with
All that dirt.
Isn't it possible
It'll explode?
You find the word,
It's eyes are blurred,
It's mind is no longer in
This world.
It left and you
Try again,
Nothing seems to work
And now you're stuck in this
Endless loop of turd.
(2021. Nov. 30.)
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Secrets of a Dying Poppy
PoetryCW // LIGHT MENTION OF SUICIDE, DEATH, RAPE, BULLYING, SELFHARM, AND ALL SORTS OF THINGS LIKE THAT. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR AGES UNDER 13 AND FOR THOSE WHO GET EASILY DISTURBED. · · · A poetry book about life, suffering and death. · · · All poems belon...
