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7d
how hard is life
how hard is death
o thin as a leaf

how long before
you regarded me, miriam
and said,

what i wanted to be?
(i wanted to be more ******-
stop bugging me..)

i wanted to be a muscian..
you were an actor or are
a star!

you look much happier!
(this makes me happy)
i did nΒ΄t know what to say..

i felt so empty
i felt no future
it will be ok..

i never thought of that
but itΒ΄s been no pick-nick
but neither would i want it..

i have learned to talk
mainly through books and music
and the odd thought

and i stopped drinking..
just like anyone
it is ok..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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