Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2016
You don’t want to be an Old Man
And think
Your problems will fly away
They might
For a day
An hour
A minute
A second
And then you’re alone.
I thought the pain would go away
But problems do not, they grow
Because each night
pills go through your mind
And you fly away instead.
pills old young fly away
Andrew T
Written by
Andrew T  D.C.
(D.C.)   
381
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems