One, two, three, four
Children are playing outside the door
Under the oldest tree,
They run around happily
One played as the dinousaur
While chasing the others with a roar
They giggle and laugh
Their fun never went down half
I'm a hanged man from a six feet height
My weight pulls down the slipknot, tight
I'm cold, immobile and dead
Under this tree, I don't feel any dread
The children saw me hanging
At me, they just keep on laughing
They're innocent, knowing no fear
While singing songs that I couldn't hear
I'm a dead man hanging for days
Under this tree, I'm the one who stays
Children can go home at afternoon
While I rot here under the cold moon
YOU ARE READING
Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
