Morning has broken
down by the pier
and you have spoken
don't want me near.
Morning is freezing
here by the bay,
nevermore teasing
you cannot stay.
Morning is fading
welcomes the sun
slowly I'm wading
evil has won.
Very moving poem Herbert. I can really picture this. Sincerely, Mary
Suicidal thoughts.....hmmm? ? Now Herbert go buy your Hemi and be happy! Don't need the rest. Intense write though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done, H. An experiment in what I believe to be raw, inner-child exploration.