Let's Die It Poem by Geoff Smith

Let's Die It



Dark nightmares deep wakeful mind
hearing losing soulful bind
Lark like voices in my head
searing parties needing bed

Saying stuff don't wanna hear
bending always my third ear
Laying down finally dare
Sending messages two scare

Life from my restless body
led drawn now very bawdy
Rife lonely effete matters
dead now sow listless scatters

Sunday, January 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,mental illness,nightmares,psychological,sleep,suicide
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