Dec 2018
my head
must be
the boiling kettle
my voice
a series of stuttering
tufts of steam
my god
I think of you
as some sort of sun
my dreams
tell me so
they can't be wrong
must be
the boiling kettle
my voice
a series of stuttering
tufts of steam
my god
I think of you
as some sort of sun
my dreams
tell me so
they can't be wrong
Written: December 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
