Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2021
Knocking at the exit...
Can't see it.
I gotta find my old opulence
Maybe, the exit was always here
But, my eyes
Chose to ignore it
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
87
   dilshé
Please log in to view and add comments on poems