Beweep thy fateful life!
Once reign'd, now stain'd,
Poor languid self,eyes besieged;
Beseeching thou from the engulfed profanity,
Propostrous wilt turn'd reproving,
Now entangled,
Thou said once;
'tis was thy niche betwixt life and will;
"Do thee as thou wilt"
Now words devour,
What dost sought foundeth on a plata.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
