I bartered my body .
I bartered my soul.
Just to make some god forsaken dough.
Was it worth it?
Certainly not,
Doent mean I shall stop...
YOU ARE READING
I have lived, died, survived
PoetryI've had no courage to write before now, even in a drunken state I'm terrified of expressing such deep emotions I've felt and experienced. yet I do so, I must tell my story, even if it is in poems. These poems I wrote in distressed times, over time...
Greedy
I bartered my body .
I bartered my soul.
Just to make some god forsaken dough.
Was it worth it?
Certainly not,
Doent mean I shall stop...