Weary Soul Poem by John Dillenger II
Weary Soul
Sleep now
weary soul
forget the nights
that I stole
You are free now
do as you will
I make my bow
at your window sill
I leave you alone
in a room warm
For a heart of stone
is not eary to adorn
To place beside
true flesh and blood
would not hide
the dirt and crud
I've drug it through
fields of gray
to be true,
to throw it away,
yet here it sits
within my chest
not in the pits
where I could rest.
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