I see an irrefutable beauty in the cracked menagerie of whispers shifting to and fro
The circles we once revolved around
A round of rumors from peers who encompass the same wantoned life style
That stay
Stuck in the mire of mediocrity and non ambition
I welcome there thoughts because they remind us where we were and to that cherished escape we are heading.
YOU ARE READING
The Penultimate Pleasures
PoésieA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
