Author Black Poems

Tick tock! Tick tock!
It's the sound of the clock
As it hits 12 O' clock
And the first crock crows
...

A lot of hearts are wounded
With blood they are flooded
They had sound, now they are muted
Even hidden pains are uprooted
...

I present you my life in the form of a story
The reason behind the poem is to say mom am sorry
You game me life amd i made your life stormy
You had a son still always felt so lonely
...