Here
The world is a cold dead place baby,
the man says
and you can see
he means every word
You've got to do it for me now,
he says
and you can see
he means that too
he sets you down
tired
heavy
walks out into the night
and then he is gone
a dying light
a dying song
in a cold dead world
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.