Poems from drewthefry
I'm just another
double digit age
with
triple digit scars
I rolled up my sleeves...
The cemetery isn't for the living
So why are you here
Buried six feet under
In the grave of someone else
While the dead walk in the sun...
The Butterfly cracks on the walls of my cell
Officiated on staying beside my cot with chains
To avoid a drowning planet
Winds of Jupiter...