Oct 2018
I don't fry
I cry
no matter how I try
I remain dry.
I call all and sundry
to come by me,
to help me
for in all I have done,
it has bore no fruits.
I'm on the dying end.
it's my short poem.
I cry
no matter how I try
I remain dry.
I call all and sundry
to come by me,
to help me
for in all I have done,
it has bore no fruits.
I'm on the dying end.
it's my short poem.
