David Blake

Rookie (04/14/77)

Don’t Cry - Poem by David Blake

The missing card, the 8 hearts
is now gone from the deck. The heat
coming off the blacktop driving me insane,
why can’t I turn the music down.
Ignoring the pain she lies asleep naked on
the floor and the black bird flies away
without a sound. It has been a long time
coming but I now I am ready to go home.


Comments about Don’t Cry by David Blake

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009



[Report Error]