Poem please read or leave a review. p.s-any gramz u can spare will help my avatar not be bald.
At Times
At times I cried,
though tears are dried,
the inner torture remains unpryed.
At times I scream
the mute mans dream,
as agony goes unredeemed.
At times I felt
the whips leave whelts,
as the unchased ambition melts.
At times I taste
my life at waste,
running towards nothing with quickining haste. |