Bookkeepers Deathbed

Jabberwocky

My road was narrow and it was long
I only sang a single song
The tune was easy and safe for me
It gave me comfort and security
Now my voice is soft and weak
I murmur whistfully and meek


Sing me a sea voyage in slate and hurling seas.
Sing me mountain passes with snow up to my knees
Sing me a tiger with burning sudden eyes
Sing me a red wind from torn southern skies.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2017 02:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Dawn Von Rue

    Great write! Put my imagination to work.

    • Jabberwocky

      Thanks Dawn. Your feedback is much appreciated.

    • swingline

      Image rich beautiful .

      • Jabberwocky

        Thanks. A change of pace from the personal for me.



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