"undersung" poems
I died at my death
And that was a shame
My sun went to nova
With no one to name
I died at my death
And that was a pain
My song undersung
And nothing to gain
I died at my death
You called out my name
Weeping and broken
But no one's to blame
I died at my death
I went to the grave
What I spent of my duty
My heart couldn't save
I died at my death
They put up a stone
My flesh fall to rot
Til there's nothing but bone
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 5:46 PM UTC