I'm shivering,
My body is cold.
I long for some warmth,
For someone to hold.
I'm starving,
My body is tired,
I long for some food,
And an open fire.
I'm suffering,
My body is sore.
I long for it to end,
This dreadful war.
YOU ARE READING
Sam's Poems
PoetryBasically, I pour my heart out onto a piece of paper and you read it. Simple, really.
