O. C. Woods
Hot Week Long Down I Am - Poem by O. C. Woods
When feel is ache I rise to the Sun
'all the way down' is the answer to all my wonders
deep in the myst of what is rotten I struggle to survive without a run
I feel I won't get pass this warmth alone Mrs Darkens.
Sun isn't burning like he used to today but I still need the help friend
don't hesitate to reach out and mend
or lives are twirled into eachother grey passenger
i cursed the day you've knocked at my door.
Never got pass that devouring test but hope's tonight middle name
32° in shade is easy, the sweat on my mind resides failing them
stay with me wounding shadows and I will not perish
stay with me grey cursed days and struggling time shines constant itch.
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