"murther" poems
My own thoughts
Filling me, I founder
Pushing me backwards
They Hit me like a thunder
My own thoughts
Laid down on a pile
And I went their under
Griped me from my collar
Dragged me, I surrender
My own thoughts
Are getting ample thicker
Lightening up my darkness
Shining muddy flicker
My own thoughts
Planned my tiny murther
Heaved the ground bellow my feet
And i can fall no further
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC