Iceberg
Always play the game to lose
Will you prove me wrong
Shoulda named my dog buscuit so that he always comes to me
Why do we all love the silence
that the dead get so freely
Trying to think of the unthinkable
Titanic in my tiny head
Try to
Intended but
Think i
And wonder
Noithingness
I am
Choosing to be
once read add second verse to start and end of first verse to make new poem
Called iceberg cause the poem is in bits
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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