Pitiful Slumbers

Poisonous cries,

Candle light dies,

School girls gather

On the run~away.

Black eyes die,

Too sad to cry,

Four boys run astray.

          Wrinkling, wrinkling

Aftermath.

Prancing thorugh the

Smoke in a dance.

          Shaking, shaking

Shivering,

Upon my enchanted rings..

          To die, to live

Peacefully

We all wished to be

Bur~ied.

The dirt covers

Mother’s arm.

          Gracefully warmly,

Dust is circling, circling

Upon my silver dreams,

So smile just for me…?

Please………

This poem is about: 
Our world

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