"georden" poems
He's on your back
moaning and complaining
he weighs you down
doesn't hold, you fall
He's on your back
tired and unhealthy
he keeps you back
detached emotion
He's on your back
No chin too high
He smokes your lungs
and moans and crys
He's on your back
that part of you
that warden
that georden
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC