Poems from groovedwarepeople
Laying down, too weak to move
Looking up, no more to prove
Tongue hanging, dry since noon
It’ll be ok, he will be home soon
Nose is dry,...
It’s there…
Where? ... Under the stairs.
Waiting watching, … while you’re unaware.
Yes,
all the time, it’s just lurking there.
It does...
Frozen to the bone, they could but wait.
Five thousand men, knowing not their fate.
At 4.45 before the dawn, all heard the dreaded whistles...
You may think I do not love you but my dear that's far from true,
I have known you know for half my life, a lot we have been through.
Yes,...
The old man’s mind drifted back as he lay dying,
remembering a world and of days less trying.
His vitality was gone, yes his time long...