There’s nothing left inside myself An empty void where once was light Cobwebs and dust, like an old shelf Shadows coiling, strangling tight
By Patrick Price5 years ago in Poets
Treacherous waves, slamming at the galley Skeletons fired cursed shots at the hull A puny little sloop cannot get free
A woman who puts everyone before herself Dealing with more than we know Not showing enough appreciation myself All I do is yell and bellow
