"I Know No End"
i was born
into the world;
in all its bitter gentleness.
i wake up
beneath the cold
and it is
heavy but i can
still breathe.
the show must
go on,
i must go on
and i will never
end
like the love
it has given me.
YOU ARE READING
BLACK BUTTERFLY
PoesíaI recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.
