The worldA Poem by pinhead07The world is cold. Into someone else, it did mold me. Decayed my soul as I grew old. For years I've marched on with a damn blind fold. I am just a prisoner that wants parole. My life too fast for me did unfold. My damned self now I want to remold. Maybe it's too late for me to be pure. Maybe it's too late for the cure. I should've never taken these damn detours. Maybe not. I sure do hope. I need to wash my mind with soap. Maybe I need to stop putting myself under a damn microscope. I'm not evil. I'm just feeble.
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