I cry with misery, inside
I collapse, again, again
I have to fire myself
to hold on
Time is short and goes so fast
but I have to go to bed
to lie down with my tiger
and get up with it
Homely chatter in the kitchen
the soup is already smelling and
I know there are candles burning
If only I could sleep
I shiver when I put back the blanket
I'll move the bed to the winter side
My tiger stays in bed
and rolls over again
The dry tears contract
my skin, come on, out
there are blackberries and
smell, smell the fresh bread
I pull myself together
caress the stiff parts
and wrap up myself nicely
as the tiger I've been
Indeed time is short and goes fast congratulations on being the member poem of the day.
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Congratulations being chosen by Poem Hunter and Editors to be The Member Poem Of The Day. I am very happy for you, dear neighbour!
Loveliest collection on the Maria Godschalk theme. Thank you for sharing, Zywa2
Gorgeously worded, but a true saddest poem about such a powerful subject.5 Stars full on Top!
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