Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
I switched locations but my heart still aches.
Minimum wagers my being. Once I was
freer. Now I just lie on roadsides with a
placard that reads, *'free.'
beginning to wonder if things really do get better or not.
doesn't really feel like it.
tread
Written by
tread
520
   September
Please log in to view and add comments on poems