Another poem from the local drunk....

this is a poem i wrote a couple years ago and then promptly forgot about until a few days ago when i was digging through a desk drawer and found it. lemme know if anyone likes it/hates it or just ignore it and get a good laugh out of it, whatever works folks...

Daisy

Standing on the edge of night,
With my wings to broken to fly.
Seeking the treasure of a thousand pains,
I wish I could again feel the rain.
Shadows stretched along the frozen walls,
Echoes heard their wailing calls.
Shepherds searching for the forgotten flock,
A constant ticking of mighty lock.
Lovers waltzing to a ding-dong rhyme,
Forgetting the loss of time.
Dead Men waking with a cry of glee,
Staring back as if watching me.
A shepherd’s crook hanging in the tree,
The young maiden pours herself a cup of tea.
Stormy skies bring memories of rain,
A low rumbling of a passing train.
The sun hangs low in the southern sky,
Her lonely cries “wishing I could die.”
Ice running down my spine,
Fire burning with the smell of pine.
Broken wings too scarred to fly,
Keeping me here on the edge of night.

cheers y'all!

wow that was extreamly good :n)
it made me smile...yah it is extreamly good

oops, way to many typos for my tastes, heres what it acutally should have said.... damn computers...

Daisy

Standing on the edge of night,
With my wings to broken to fly.
Seeking the treasure of a thousand pains,
I wish I could again feel the rains.
Shadows stretched along the frozen walls,
Echoes heard their wailing calls.
Shepherds searching for the forgotten flock,
A constant ticking of a mighty clock.
Lovers waltzing to a ding-dong rhyme,
Forgetting the loss of time.
Dead men waking with a cry of glee,
Staring back as if watching me.
A shepherd’s crook hanging in the tree,
The young maiden pours herself a cup of tea.
Stormy skies bring memories of rain,
A low rumbling of a passing train.
The sun hangs low in the southern sky,
Her lonely cries “wishing I could die.”
Ice running down my spine,
Fire burning with the smell of pine.
Broken wings too scarred to fly,
Keeping me here on the edge of night.