Poetry

Dead Man's View

How many days into a night
Stare into the fire's light
Wheels spinning as they go by
Feet moving as if they could fly
Blue letters, red ones are smaller
Trees and bushes the color of dollars
Pumping air, orange sign
Lime green power lines
The sky is cloudy, the sky is gray
I think it just, just might rain
Acid rain

How many sheep do I count
You can't see when the lights are out
Shallow puddles, dimming stars
Hate raging from battle scars
Mysterious glint in your eyes
Mind overflowed, mouth went dry
Heart damaged beyond repair
But my soul keeps some hope there
Vision's dark, vision's gone with a sigh
I think I just, just might die
Tragically die