The Graves That I'd Caused
i cut a line in my skin
for each grave that i'd caused
line after line,
my mind went for a walk
i saw a grave in my head.
and i counted them off.
two by two, the lines grew
for all those i'd lost.
line after line.
i drew them across.
until i pulled downwars.
to join death and i crossed.
This poem is about:
Me