Go on my dear,
Sleep good, sleep tight
All alone in this sleepless night
A better day will come,
But yours wont break.
Go on my dear,
Your rotten breath of sleep
Your crinkled feathers,
for the pavement to keep
Pray the desecrators don't defile you.
Go on my dear,
Your blood keeps pouring
Guts on the grave,
that the creators gave
No one will hear this mourning.
YOU ARE READING
poetry of a pitiful 'poet'
PoetryA collection of poems i've written while being partially asleep and/or on the bus to school. Eng/Ger
