Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Experiment 4 Poem

Oh how I wish,
How I wish that these eyes of mine
Can see the stars that hover above.
Oh how I long to see it.
The sky above no longer shows the stars.
Too many years,
Too many years of self torture.
These skies are now grey.
They will forever be grey
For the stars that once shined
Will be covered by these clouds.
Like my eyes, and the eyes of my corpse.
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1 comment:

  1. WadeJanuary 27, 2018 at 10:03 AM

    "These skies are now grey.
    They will forever be grey"

    This line reminds me of my childhood in Washington state! :)

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