I am a child calling
for arms he cannot see,
there is no touch a-falling,
there is the dark and he.
Step I would then from his limbs
and with my tender hands
I'd hold him tightly so he dies,
I'd ask he understand.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
I am a child calling
for arms he cannot see,
there is no touch a-falling,
there is the dark and he.
Step I would then from his limbs
and with my tender hands
I'd hold him tightly so he dies,
I'd ask he understand.
This is the shortest poem I've ever written. It was going to be longer but I wrote all I had to say in the first verse, and here we are.
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