Running Out of Reasons
My poem became a song… https://open.spotify.com/track/2epW1ZzOkAKYAcFqlOVXF6?si=rh3Kgb1ERkyB8oZZtsuSVA
Oh, My little scratching pen.
And me, a skeleton.
Oh, a dreaming plea
Me, a trembling tree .
Chorus
In the gallows
Of my garden.
My blackberry lips
And sunken eyes.
I'm running out
of reasons, just to stay alive.
(High chorus/bridge)
And rising from my bitter bed
Another day Another dread
Heavy daylight, morning hangs
my dwelling is my battle land.
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In the gallows
Of my garden.
My blackberry lips
And sunken eyes.
I'm running out
of reasons, just to stay alive.
Oh, me a skeleton
The only medicine
I'm running
out of seasons.
Running out of time.
I’m running out of reasons
just to stay alive.
’
I make breakfast.
We smile.
By Anna Grace Du Noyer