"scroung" poems
I'm slowly losing myself in the epitome of
Quick sand
Day by day night by night sinking deeper
And I'm losing the fight
Do I just give up and let the sand win
Or should I scroung up wats left of my dignity
And might
I'm losing a war that I thought was a battle
Left behind in the dark just like a shadow
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC