The deserted streets flow in gleaming light
Through my dull head. And hurt me.
I clearly feel that I shall soon slip away -
Thorny roses of my skin, don't prick like that.
The night grows moldy. The poison light of the lampposts
Has smeared it with green muck.
My heart is like a bag. My blood freezes.
The world is dying. My eyes collapse.
Period
Alfred Lichtenstein
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Poem topics: away, feel, green, heart, night, world, head, skin, poison, light, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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