Poems from LorenzoB
I do not like to think about death
For death is not meant for man
Or to ponder what happens
Shortly after
When all ties between Body
Mind...
It's sad to be alone
Especially when you're
Not alone at all.
You're sitting there
The TV's on
Yet it's set on mute
Your sister comes in...
How beautiful is noontime
Here the blinds are open
The curtains up
The sky is gray
As paper maiche
The air is bitterly chilled
The ground...
Caught in between the sheets I weave a web of lies
But it's not for they that I weave it's for myself
To conceal the dread that
I feel as...
In my Christmas-themed mug is a black bitter brew
Piping hot
I add some creamer to it
And stir it up
Down it down my maw
And ponder
What...