Stop all the clocks
Cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking
With a juicy bone.
Silence the piano
And with muffled drums
Bring out the coffins
Let the mourners come.
Let the airplanes circling overhead
Scribbling out the message
"He is dead"
Put great white bows
Along the neck of public doves,
Let traffic policeman wear
Black cotton gloves,
Me was my north, my south, my east,
my west
My Watkins week, and my Sunday best.
My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought love would last forever,
I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now,
Clear out everyone
Pack up the moon,
And dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean
And sweep up the woods
Because nothing now can ever come
To any good!!!
YOU ARE READING
The Voices In My Head
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* These are all Poems written by me though not all are about me
