let me tell you
how it feels to be dead.
empty
cold
during the day I’m invisible
during the dark times, invincible
I can brush your cheek
with the breeze
if I like
I can trip you up with roots
roots you scurry to avoid
a clock strikes twelve
cold empties
how it feels to be dead
let me tell you.
how it feels to be dead.
empty
cold
during the day I’m invisible
during the dark times, invincible
I can brush your cheek
with the breeze
if I like
I can trip you up with roots
roots you scurry to avoid
a clock strikes twelve
cold empties
how it feels to be dead
let me tell you.
...do the dead really feel that they are dead, or is it just our own feeling - but, yes, your poem has the quality of a horror vid... which made me shiver...
ReplyDeletebest wishes
gabriele
Perfect.
ReplyDeleteGabrielle, thank you so much for your comment. I am always happy to hear from you.
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