Friday, February 22, 2008

hurts to sleep

the sun beat me bad
made me get all red
I was left lying there
almost quarter dead

red as a cherry or blood
beat me with all he could
I just wanted to walk
didn't think he would

now I'm still lying here
thinking I should be dead
but I just can't sleep
too sore and tired in bed.

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The Poet

I am not currently a published, nor a famous, poet, but I hope that maybe that could change. These are all my own poems, so please feel free to compliment, criticize, or simply comment on them. I would greatly appreciate it. Spread the word, too, if you like them enough!

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