Caricamento in corso...

broken desire

I don’t feel the same
the world moves, and I stay... static,
a desire for life that’s twisting
its creaking, its gnarled wood is broken.
 
I hold on to no hope
such frivolity rains through my grasp,
my low brow gently stooping to a mope
lets out the wheeze of its living rasp.

Piaciuto o affrontato da...
Altre opere di Lowercasemmmmmm...



Top