The masses are the ignorant and the selfish, wandering aimlessly as if they were millions of pigeons caught by the thick of a storm. If only they listened to the faint, desperate calls of the suffering.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
In My Head
PoetryThis is a collection of various poems that I've written over the past year and is my first official poetry book. Some of the poems are a bit cringy, but I intend to include all of them from the physical notebook that I have. I hope you, the reader...
