Running Out of Reasons

My poem became a song… https://open.spotify.com/track/2epW1ZzOkAKYAcFqlOVXF6?si=rh3Kgb1ERkyB8oZZtsuSVA

Oh, My little scratching pen.

And me, a skeleton.

Oh, a dreaming plea

Me, a trembling tree .

Chorus

In the gallows

Of my garden.

My blackberry lips

And sunken eyes.

I'm running out

of reasons, just to stay alive.

(High chorus/bridge)

And rising from my bitter bed

Another day Another dread

Heavy daylight, morning hangs

my dwelling is my battle land.

https://open.spotify.com/track/2epW1ZzOkAKYAcFqlOVXF6?si=rh3Kgb1ERkyB8oZZtsuSVA

In the gallows

Of my garden.

My blackberry lips

And sunken eyes.

I'm running out

of reasons, just to stay alive.

Oh, me a skeleton

The only medicine

I'm running

out of seasons.

Running out of time.

I’m running out of reasons

just to stay alive.

’

I make breakfast.

We smile.

By Anna Grace Du Noyer