Alex Angelov


I'm Just Sitting In My Coffin - Poem by Alex Angelov

I'm just sitting in my coffin.
I forgot my cold tea on the table.
I'm six feet under on the second floor.
Untidy little coffin. Untidy leaking brain.
My ear is itching on the inside.
Must be the worms.
I can move my fingers still.
That's fine, I don't need them.
I'm just sitting in my coffin.

Topic(s) of this poem: melancholic


Comments about I'm Just Sitting In My Coffin by Alex Angelov

  • A Juman (11/15/2015 8:32:00 AM)


    Ouch - bite me this is excellent (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 10, 2015



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