"dormed" poems
No joy here
Without a care, I hang my head;
Something dormed inside from chaotic dread.
No joy here.
You watch and wait, why wait for hate?
no praying is your great mistake.
No joy here.
I too watch as I turn into the person I ran from; throwing a mighty tantrum, 'The Missing Heart' anthem!
You can't stand him.
No joy here
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC