As they began climbing
Struggling to grasp another breath
They reached the top to find their world
Collapsed by society
They were finally free
All of the pain of yesterday
Executed to the cruel, painful past
But so were they.
YOU ARE READING
47 Hours Without You
PoetryNames kinda weird. It's literally the first thing that popped into my head so yeah. Another poetry book cause its the only thing i'm good at writing. Enjoy!! Also check out my entry for the #toalltheboyscontest : https://w.tt/2NGHDOq
