love songs mashed potatoes

the rain pours pearls on the window 

inside it is darker than ever 

for one more black widow.

A black and white bird picks at the bread i threw 

there is no more me and there is no more you,

there are only browns and greens blending into 

the early hours of the grey lit  day. 

Outside it is cold

inside it is cold

and a plate of mashed potatoes heats up the air 

There is no pen

there is no paper left to write

anyone a letter

cursing the mother who had brought me to a world 

that only leaves me lonely 

blessing a heavenly father who  is the only one

left to look at  me

watch over me

feel sorry for me

for walking a loveless heartless earth.

 

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About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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