Though the a battalion stings black needles
and I feel my cheeks flush in hatred
maybe today they shall breach the borderline no more
And I may go where I thought I cannot
Go there everyday,
Degrade me with your words and your tired smiles
Your notes and their laughter and jokes
My strides will pace these corridors,
I'm sure not for the last time
And as I look at the time
I wonder if it is over yet, my time to leave this
This monster of a world.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poesíaa collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
