@Gianna96 8 March 2022 more from that month

Poem Name: Another Reservoir He's nothing! You said today or tomorrow. There was talk of having a bunch of roses on the porch; Dried roses in museums; Before that it was me, I have become an Egyptian mummy! Am I still going; Tomorrow on the porch? It was meant to be a stone in mourning, Now the mummy's chest is like a stone, Now the mummy's grief is equal to the sea, Nailing in the coffin. Really Was there any mourning, like death? But will you say goodbye, thinking of tomorrow's rubbish, But what on the porch, another darkness in the show today? I will not play mourning games anymore, How much longer can you wait?