Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Canary in a Coal Mine

I feel more like a canary.
Been singing a warning,
been singing my heart away.
And my heart feels worn,
and broken,
 
My voice is harsh,
but I still sing today.
And when I'm gone,
that should be warning to you.
Because I'll leave my song.
Christopher Hartly Holte
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