Mortal Coil
November 17th, 2012, 08:00 AM
Okay, so I wrote this poem, and I know it's not a very good one, but I still can't think of a title. Maybe you could help me out, here's the text of it:
Walk home from the store,
Collar turned against the snow,
Fingers turn to ice.
I chose to wrap it
In purple tissue paper
And a blue ribbon:
Her favorite colors,
Mother tongue scrawled on the card—
I know, she'll love it.
It was not until
The obituary was
Published, that I knew
All of my hard work
Wasted! On three dozen pills
and a full bathtub.
I live much too far
To attend her funeral.
Rest in peace, my friend
THANKS for your input!
Walk home from the store,
Collar turned against the snow,
Fingers turn to ice.
I chose to wrap it
In purple tissue paper
And a blue ribbon:
Her favorite colors,
Mother tongue scrawled on the card—
I know, she'll love it.
It was not until
The obituary was
Published, that I knew
All of my hard work
Wasted! On three dozen pills
and a full bathtub.
I live much too far
To attend her funeral.
Rest in peace, my friend
THANKS for your input!