Saturday, 18 April 2015

Ice on the flowers by Grant Harbison

There is ice on the flowers

The flowers that you laid

Flurries of snow

Sting your tear stained face

Relentless lament                                                                   

As you stand beside my grave

Wondering why

I took my own life

Your questions have no answers

For dread debilitates

It sullied my heart

Designed monsters for my head

Sucking my life

I struggled with breath

Please understand

I meant you no pain

But to live with myself

Would have driven me insane

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