"depilating" poems
Searching for my strength in my own self pity has left we weak of spirit and depleated of hope.
I am at a depilating stand still.
To pause is to fail.
To rest creates guilt.
By losing my sense of self,
I have lost my truth.
My instincts have been reduced to a whimper.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC