By Arcassin Burnham
will you dry my bones,
will you rip my heart,
will you leave me alone,
is this when we part
will you take my spirit in the middle of night,
while I'm begging to cry, while I'm going.....to die,
Dealt with quite a lot of bull in my recent years,
You gotta be a man , you gotta work just to face
Your fears,
Dying of thirst like the guy at liquor stores begging
For money,
Thinking it's a curse when things go bad in my past
Memory,
I'm falling
fast
needa
life,
soul searching
can't
find nothing
right
I've got dirt in my eyes,
And blood on my knees.
will you dry my bones,
will you rip my heart,
will you leave me alone,
is this when we part
will you take my spirit in the middle of night,
while I'm begging to cry, while I'm going.....to die.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/dry-bones.html