Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2018
These gravestones call my name
The things they claim
A crow sits atop a tree
Carrying a noose for me
At my soul, they're tapping
In the dark, they're stabbing
I won't let them take my soul
I will write the truth you must know
I must say it again
I won't let them take my soul
Please tell them not to take my soul
You may take my soul
I'm sorry.
Gabriel Bonney
Written by
Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
264
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems