I knew it wasn't right from go,
You when it's just like... That you know?
Something's up but don't know what,
Your brain is teasing, all it's got...
And then it clicks and you know it,
And you're left thinking 'you sly git!'
You're not my gran, you wolf, you fiend!
You've had her bones and up and cleaned.
God damn, I'm late, I'm sorry Gran,
I strayed the path, I should have ran,
And now you're dead and he is here,
And I am next, I say, I fear.
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Innocence in a sad world. A silver streak in a dark cloud. Finding purpose to keep shining. Alone and fighting. The song you hear. Pain, loss and hate. Be sure she is not its singer. Friend or foe.
This one is a little more abstract than most of my poems, but I was trying something new. #colourchallenge S-ee me rise. Alive. Awake.
She lies inside her coffin: A case of ice and glass, With legs of smoothest ivory, And handles carved of brass.
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