LEAVES ARE TUMBLING, BRUSHING BY ME IN THE WIND. I AM CAST WITH A POTENT SMELL OF SMOKE AND DUST IN THE ALLEYWAY. ALL I HAVE IS A BLANKET TO COVER MY FRAIL BONES, AND TO GET ME "WARM" AT NIGHT. WARM?? AM I REALLY WARM??
MY BODY ACHES FOR CLEANLINESS, MY STOMACH GRUMBLES FOR FOOD, I THIRST.
OH ROBIN HOOD, WHY CAN'T YOU HELP ME TODAY?? WHY CAN'T YOU ROB FROM THE RICH AND GIVE TO THE POOR? I NEED SOMETHING, ANYTHING...
FOR ONCE IN MY "LIFE" ALL I NEED IS LIFE ITSELF.
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PoetryI LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
