NecessityA Poem by SLOVA
There's nothing passing through tonight
So far at least But I'm hopeful Does my craft rely on my veins igniting Am I useless here without this torment If I must give up my craft For my solace and happiness Then it's gone
© 2015 SLOVA |
Stats
134 Views
2 Reviews Added on September 14, 2015 Last Updated on September 14, 2015 Tags: A lousy trade off. |