Convenient Arrangements Poem by Ratha Hou

Convenient Arrangements



I speak, but i'm unheard
Visions grey, its all a blur
So sickening, i beg for a cure
Plagued, i feel unsure

My heart is cold, i'm numb
Its been decided, the arrangements are done
In peril, my soul is now hung
Upon a wicked realm, my death wish is now sung.

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Ratha Hou

Ratha Hou

bridgeport, connecticut
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