Pierced. Cold. Dead.
Throngs of thumps.
Pulsing through your thoughts.
Entangling, entwining, estranging.
Giggling, goring, gorging.
The hopeful, sadly disappointed.
Ignored, implied, simple.
Too simple to be enjoyed,
Nothing to indulge in
No life to surround yourself in
Always death in dealt cards.
YOU ARE READING
My Hopes
PoesíaA collection of the pieces of my soul. I'm trying to find myself again
