"wearly" poems
Fallen from grace , and to the ground dearly laid. Debtor unknown, to a service paid. Wearly departed and unvisited , underneath a night stark with nothing in it. Hopelessly bound and full of regret, behind a thousand yard stare a prisoner once was set. Flying alone from this earthly plane , leaving sincerely with no pain.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC