#backtohellopoetry
It's 3.20 A.M
And I hear birds
Maybe lost.
Crooning for what
God knows.
One hour from now
40 years back
Mr. Marley will be
Rolling his blunt
Rolling in his grave
For what?
Only god knows.
It's 3.24 A.M
And I am writing
A poem.
For What?
God knows.
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC