90's Poetry at its...Finest?
Over the years,I have dabbled in the form of poetry, some of which can been seen on this blog. In reality, much of this book is collection of post break-up thoughts and feelings. Though that's not what you'll be reading today.
The following are just a taste. So, in lieu of my normal weekly post, I present: Late 90's poetry from a scrambled mind.
ready to be gone.
The bird drank upon the fountain
singing only for fun.
The man lay there on his bed
dying time was near.
Thinking of the great life he had led
showing little fear.
Then the large sky grew dark
and the birds sang no more.
Although the curtains were not yet shut
his life was finally done.