Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2021
It’s a new kind of feeling
Leaves one reeling
Scattered and spinning
Up on the ceiling
Dance till were dizzy
Decapitated and buried
In the holes were digging
They won’t hear the screaming
They won’t pass the screening
Layers lay lazy
Dirt devils dance daily
Written by
Tyler Jones
76
     Weeping willow and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems