I smile from ear to ear
No fear
No tears
Drinking my beer
But I know it's coming
The dread of no money
Fear of who I'm becoming
Nothing I can do to stop it
Being held hostage
Without a calling, how sad
All I can do is relax
In a world made of wax
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Thin Skin Poetry Renditions By Domingo Perez
PoetrySharing the struggle I have with myself, seeing things in the dark, some of the poems are towards those entities. Endless thoughts, like white noise that I can't turn off.
