Down in the depths of this valley of life,
We drag others into pitfalls and strife,
Like crabs in the bucket society,
As we fester in shared anxiety,
Our only hope to not die alone,
Hoping that on the way we find the one,
So we flail along this ride till death,
To prevent loneliness with last breath,
Oh how the people run like calves,
With one life to find other halves,
To connect the rhythm of hearts together,
Although bound they will be split in aether,
They no not the futility of this search,
Without anything they return to smirch,
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Random Poems
PoesíaThese are just some poems I make when I get bored so enjoy the inner workings of my brain!
