Staying Alive | Poetry
And then it was decidedthey had to close their doorstheir windows too They would not make a soundcramped in a roomthey waited.. not waiting for anyonebut waiting to not be foundevery small soundwas a death bell they waited and waitedthere were little kidsno one knewwhy they were silent it was about death and lifethey wanted to think it is a dreambut for that they should … Continue reading Staying Alive | Poetry