I am the scourge,
Of your soul.
Yet you chose,
To stay,
Alongside the river,
That is soon to Dry.
I am afraid to ask,
Why.
Because I know,
I will hear words,
I'd rather be left,
Unsaid.
YOU ARE READING
Scourge: A Poetry Collection
Poesia"I have Scourged your soul, While you drew on me, So intricately. All I can ask for, Is forgiveness, Which I don't deserve, Anymore." Scourge: A poetry Collection
