when she goes down hill
that light buld is dead
and that picture frames
cracked
when one hundred percent
drops down to zero
the train is shaking
on the tracks
simplicity will stay
over looked in these lands
in this place
on this pillow let me
sleep
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I think of death for some reason. When everything seems to be slowly going down and we just want to sleep in the end.


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The only question I have is on line 2 you said "The Light "Buld" Is Dead," Did you mean light bulb? It is a very strong poem. I really enjoyed reading it!


