Day Dailey : Writing

my friend named Death

my friend named Death

A Poem by Day Dailey


Why live in a mansion, When your all alone? An Eleven bedroom house Nothing but the sound of birds outside And an unhung phone No shoulder to l..
Human?

Human?

A Poem by Day Dailey


Enjoy please.
turned

turned

A Poem by Day Dailey


Just a little somwething I wrote.