confining walls
casket of gold
buried deep
shiver with cold
barely alive
start to mold
dark inside
years old
YOU ARE READING
SOFTIE
Poetrysure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
YOU'RE DYING, ALMOST DEAD.
confining walls
casket of gold
buried deep
shiver with cold
barely alive
start to mold
dark inside
years old
