IS ( / Norway)

Eagle On The Wood

I stare at the wall
Now I see it all
How my wrist is twisted
and ask why my voice
did not become the noise
I should sleep
but you wouldn't listen
The radio
is dead

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I should sleep but you wouldn't listen The radio is dead perfect..and meanigful poem indeed..10/10