Facebook Short Poetry Series #4

24 not long or so I'm told, it's lonely, cold, eventually bad days, worse days, of being tired, worn, frayed, is it this? can we, anyone, can we live, I'm the game, lives lost without saving, glitter fades away souls in corners wet eyes, dry cheeks, it reeks, the pain, as it fills lungs, chests, … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #4