Poems From The Head

Gudfinn

 

Ah, here it comes again;

Death may be my only friend

My life’s in need of purging

So I must go a’searching

For Gudfinn

 

Up or down, high or low

I wish I knew just where to go

Hoping, wishing that in the end

HE will be around the bend

Dear Gudfinn

 

So many things t’wards which we strive

It might not pay to be alive

I’m cowering inside his room

When he comes, my soul will bloom

My very own

Gudfinn

 

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