a wind pushes me
the stench of death
on its breath
a wind pushes me
i have to go on
i am the only one left
a wind pushes me
the tech of death
reminds me to survive
a wind pushes me
i have to go on
to see if more are alive
YOU ARE READING
barbed wire
PoetryA collection of strange little poems that really don't fit anywhere else. Part of my 2019-2020 Poetry Challenge.
