“9”
I've been down, wrong, lonesome, and empty. Aching sleep won't go away. Found time don't bottle sorrow. Feet moan, floor coming apart.
-K-
Four Line Blues Poems
“#1”
I cried a sweet lonesome letter before morning. Goodbye doctor bills. Gonna face the Deep life. Feeling sick drink trouble. An aching hearted nobody.
-K-
Four Line Blues Poems
“#23”
Sweet doctor sleep leaving.
Coming down before trying.
Aching Sunday morning sorrow.
Blue fool, nobody cried.
-K-
