Poems That Die Poem by mad poet

Poems That Die



how i wish upon a star
til evening turns to early dawn
how i wish and wonder why
these poems of death
are all I write

of gloom and doom
and mortorous tomb,
of crpts and bone
and marble stone,

how i wish upon a star
for pillowed dreams that come from God
but all I have and all I'l find'
are words of death
and poems that die

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