Modernist Poetry
or Something I Thought I'd Never Like

I like this.

"Harvest"

You reap what you sow
The tears overflow
Hurts more than you know
And the world mourns your loss

You cover your eyes
The hope in you dies
The sun just won't rise
And your heart counts the cost

Walk through the trees
Kick the dead leaves
Stings of the bees
Hurt
     Hurt
          Hurt

coldheartcoldaircoldcoldcold
frosticecold
death

And another one bites the dust.

~Author Unknown