"Get out." he said.
"Get out!" he said.
"Get out of my fucking head!" he said!
That pourous dread which rears
its head is back again
"Come back." he said.
"Come back!" he said.
"Come back...please stay!" he said!
But the one who loved said
only she must go.
"Be free." he said.
"Be free!" he said.
"Be free and save yourself!" he said.
He pleads with the ones who stayed
So they would not be betrayed.
"Come in." he said.
"Come in!" he said.
"Come in and set me free!" he said.
Yet he talked not to a being or spirit.
He spoke to death:
The metal bullet in his brain.
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Not From Chicago.
PoetryThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
