You are the mockingbird of my
life-- You sap me of my strength
This is not a loving collection of flowering
words-- It's very, very far from it
You insist on announcing your
presence-- Day and night, night and day
And God, you never stop, you never
stop-- What do I have to do to make you shut up
Leave me alone and please learn to
realize-- When your company is not desired
YOU ARE READING
The Garden
PoetryA collection of words that were planted and hopefully will not wilt.
