You've done all you could
Reach if you would
Smacked down by a man with a hood
No reason to be stood
But your still wood
Stiff and there
Burning, but slowly
Fueled by air
Digging and digging to find a chair
More and more wear and tear
To find something fair
Keep on digging
Why do we care
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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.
