blank again
so much to say
stuck inside
arms that shake
tilt your head
let it pour
but silence reigns
nothing more
ticking clock
eyes won't shut
until it's out
try to cut
into the vein
sharp and fresh
feel it flow
then nothing's left
close your eyes
have no fear
quiet, now
the end is here.
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This man is the love of my life.
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
~Stevie Smith
My World
This man is the love of my life.
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