Ease the neck a little biit…
Tag: poetaster
Rudderless
Whether the breadcrumb trail
Was laid out for to follow
Ineffective at getting back home
Loyalty for a Losing Bet
When you are joined,
But don’t enjoy things liked,
By pigs
A Parody of self
We all get caught in the lie
That we inject our brains
To prevent internal nihilism
People Left For Dead
But it’s my fault
As always
Inflate My Time
While you’re still here…
That Takes A While
These things take a while
Like wounds to scabs waiting to subside
danDAman 