Treasure Island

Sheldon Carruthers

(25/2/73 / Romford)

Think What You Will


For if I die young
I grow not old and bald and cold
and youth is swift to pass
An errant daydream that will not last
to jest is to laugh
For life is such a ghastly farce

The die is cast
The mould is set
The shadows turn upon my life
And with deep regret
I plunge the knife
Further in it goes
To my body it screams death
blood gushes forth and flows
IT knows only it can know
The pain it's left behind

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014
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