Sunday, December 14th, 2008 | Author: stuart

Don’t Follow

out of bed and across the floor
to the door
don’t follow
around the town in bare feet
through the sleet
don’t follow
going up in a lift to the top
and then drop
don’t follow
down the road though the mist
to cut my wrist
don’t follow
lying down for a nap in the snow
never go
don’t follow
there are mistakes i have made
things unsayed
don’t follow
things i have done
words i have said
ideas i have thought
loves left unfinished
don’t follow


Category: Poetry
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