the grass the grass
is turning white
but not with frost
or snow tonight
...
its ash they say
gone far astray
somewhere out west
has blown away
..
i'm frightened that
the kids don't call
they don't live far
from there at all
...
i think i'll go
and take a nap
my chest is thick
i feel like crap
...
so now i lay me
down to sleep
the ash has come
it will be deep
...
i pray i die
before i wake
cemented lungs
i suffocate...
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Poetrya short collection of sometimes delightful, sometimes sad, sometimes dark poems. there's a little something for everyone. you may see biker poetry, love, lust, and revenge. something new every so often, so visit when you need to escape the everyd...
