Blessed are the wounds
endlessly flowing in the afternoon
Careless nights
drifting from the light
Betrothed to hell on an impasse
I've lain in the grass
Finding the joys of life superfluous
as I reminisce all that I found humorless
YOU ARE READING
late night poetry
PoetryJust go down the rabbit whole with me, who knows you might actually have fun. :-) (not my photo btw)
