Poems from baye13
I know how it feels.
To hate the food you put in your mouth.
So why not go without?
A day?
Barely eat anything?
Not a problem.
Because you...
What would you do,
What would you say,
If someone said to draw your troubles away?
Would you paint landscapes of fire,
Of dust and of sand...
A poem has changed since we were little;
“Here is the church, here is the steeple,
Open it up...”
And count all the hypocrites
And funeral...