i wonder how i may die tomorrow-
accident, choke, stroke,
but dead, nonetheless.
i wish to die in the snow-
tomorrow is summer though,
And i cannot wait much longer.
i wonder how i may die tomorrow-
a pill on some faded love maybe,
but dead, nonetheless.
i wish to be remembered-
but remembered for what?
even if i was, it'll be forgotten anyway.
perhaps this day next year-i can whisper in deaths ear,
and ask for winter once more.
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just some thoughts.
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THE NOSTALGIA GENERATION [wattys 2018]
Poetrya compendium of impetuous diatribes, pretentious poetry and clandestine glimpses of the horrors and woes of a poisoned youth from a washed-up, bitter so-called hipster, who psychoanalyses her own generation. [alternatively called savvy g...