deepundergroundpoetry.com
Hypothermia
Wot to write
when there's naught to say?
Regurgitating same tripe
as done before
Clarity of a lack of mind
becomes crystal
The CHAV within
not yet exorcised
Tired as a mountaineer
with yet another crest to ascend
I wish to rest in comfortable snows
to fade away in sleep
when there's naught to say?
Regurgitating same tripe
as done before
Clarity of a lack of mind
becomes crystal
The CHAV within
not yet exorcised
Tired as a mountaineer
with yet another crest to ascend
I wish to rest in comfortable snows
to fade away in sleep
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 0
comments 5
reads 770
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.