@PresidenIKMAL 22 January 2023 more from that month

The Sharp And Yellow Claws Of the Crabs A Poem by abr Whose claws of the crabs are those? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch him frown. I cry hello. He gives his claws of the crabs a shake, And sobs until the tears make. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The claws of the crabs is sharp, yellow and deep, But he has promises to keep, Until then he shall not sleep. He lies in bed with ducts that weep. He rises from his bitter bed, With thoughts of sadness in his head, He idolises being dead. Facing the day with never ending dread.