I Wrote a Poem
Daniel came a-running
We were meeting in the sun
Daniel was a dead man
When the night had just begun
Red sweater and red shoes
On a tree branch, then a call
Bloodred sweater, bloodred shoes
And blood in the waterfall
The seas changed their direction
There were bloodcrests on a wave
A shadow tumbled forwards
There was a crow on Daniel's grave
My thoughts are still in motion
When I'm walking past the tomb
Daniel left the surface
But his child stays in my womb
By:
GothGrrrl
Age:
18-21
,
Female
