First Poem

See what comes of your life's toil woke me up an eerie nasal voice she reeked of putrid soil her look was no rejoice. I wondered being at that forlorn place with two dark holes peering at me smelling of varnished wood and eyes watery. The air smelled of wild moss under a sky pallid grey shadows rose from the silent cross where I too dreadfully lay. you needn't lie down anymore her voice betrayed a mirth now that you're thru this door cleanse yourself with a bath. Two holes held me in their stare rise man there's nothing to fear once you wash your earthly tears can write your first poem here.