I’ve never been one
For writing pretty
As you can probably tell
From this little ditty
Rhubarb
Searching
for
light
Raised
in
darkness
Our
numbers
grow
Despite
the
sparseness
(Originally Posted 22.11.2019)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’ve never been one
For writing pretty
As you can probably tell
From this little ditty
Rhubarb
Searching
for
light
Raised
in
darkness
Our
numbers
grow
Despite
the
sparseness
(Originally Posted 22.11.2019)
Even my love poems
It seems
Have a sinister tone
So it’s no wonder
That I’ve spent
So long on my own
Achilles H(eel)
Lingering
on the
ocean floor
Lurking
in the
starkness
This is
where we
both belong
Hidden
amongst
the darkness
(Originally Posted 18.11.2019)