All the risks I take,
Aware of what would happen.
I'd do it again.
YOU ARE READING
her gloom
Poesia"I am you, one day out of five, Tired, empty, hating what I carry But afraid to lay it down, stingy, Angry, doing violence to others By the sheer freight of my gloom, Halfway home, wanting to stop, to quit But keeping going mostly out of spite...
Consequential
All the risks I take,
Aware of what would happen.
I'd do it again.
