Hello Poets,
my only friends
those who understand
why we sing into night.
Life is terrible, I can finally
say that now. Love, love,
It bludgeoned me twice.
Men, men, shiver at my song
sung to them while laughing.
Never did I intend to wound.
I hurt, with the sheer honesty
of my ignorance.
Age, Age coming near.
I am begging you for a home,
where I can be humble, earthbound,
dusty, and poor.
Where the heat of the sun is my only luxury
and wood on the fire means I am rich.
Life, life bring me back my youth,
just two years ago, when I thought the sky
was still open.
Crying today, I wish I'd done things otherwise,
I remember a day when we walked down the lane,
I was more innocent then,
you had been the one hurting me.