Poems from SMPartterson
Alarm
Sigh
Time for work again.
Same
Routine
Make money to stay alive.
Boring
Life
In this cubicle the beauty outside has started to die....
Wild horses just run free
Nothing to stop them, just run with the breeze
They can believe in anything the world is theirs
No one can tell...
The clock of life is ticking
And my dear the nails of death are clicking
Drumming out the sound, until silence when your body is beneath...
Who am I?
Who am I? I know that I am not you but more than this is true
Here is a riddle just for you, so here is what you do—
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