The sad night this
The sadness of tonight
wears me as a mountain
high and strong
looking further, past by my being
in to the universe
What songs I hear,
The Mozart's Requiem
what blood I spill
from veins outed
and soon dry
My face is covered with tears
also they soon will dry
What poetry I read
between the lines of heartache and despair
like a spoon of truth and soup
eaten dry
The sadness of this night
is like the moon alone
stealing light from the sun
not can it be strong itself
I'm rambling
running
looking for that
that is not here
not now
sunk like an old ship
in a storm to much
for it's sail
I'm done in
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-06-02 at 04:16
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