Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2016
These land mines of sour thoughts. Bringing me to the end of my taste buds of life. They visit me at night and tied me down. I'm waiting,wondering when it will stop. Last breath, last day, last torture.. fear released me, hope in prisoned me. Hope is a lie.
Jeremy Lowry
Written by
Jeremy Lowry  Hollywood
(Hollywood)   
288
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems