Hold on to what you have left because that may be the only thing keeping you alive
And though it feels like all hope is gone, just dig and see
That through all the sweat and blood, there's still gold beneath
I'm talking about the stuff that used to make you smile
Until you gave it all away and tossed it out like fucking garbage
But glad to know you're tired of your "high life" dude
YOU ARE READING
Red & Black
PoetrySix poems, each with six lines. Literally written in red and black hence the name of this short collection. Enjoy fellow readers.