SOME OF MY POEMS

3 Jan

DEATH POEM

 

Come

Come like a ghost

With the wind

Come and take me

Until I sleep

Take me, while my

Sweet dream ends

 

Come

Kill me in my dreams

My future is a misery

Don’t let me wake up

I don’t deserve see the sun

 

Call the vultures for

My body

Let the ghosts to see

My tragedy

Cold barrel of a gun

Is for me a huge appeal

So let me die

Until I dream

 

By Thomas Tobias

 

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