Poetry

Tuesday, 24 December 2019

Are you alright?

I heard something in the night
I heard crying in the morning
Over the pots you were stirring
But what I want to know from you is
Are you alright?

Are you alright?
When the wind begins to bite?
Are you alright, as the geese begin their flight?
Are you alright, with his words
They cut just like swords
I must prise from your arms
Your ugly plight
Oh darling, are you alright?

Are you alright?
Can the world continue tonight?
Are you alright?
I know you won't go down without a fight?
Well in the early morn, before the oaths been sworn
Can you tell me, though inspite
Honey are you alright?

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