This bitter pill inside my mind
I try to let the pamphlet drop
But no-one knows I sometimes sleep
And days do come and go.
If ever I flew into the night
As sparrows wend their way
My mother cried her tears of blood
Or so the saying goes.
The little things they seem to me
And so I crawl along the ground
Another storm soon to come
And in another’s lap I lay.
©ronvdm777
Oct 2019
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