yellow.

yellow.

A Poem by Wraith.

Uninspired, mostly tired
Throwing bones to the dog
I could vomit into this society of regurguation
what is the point in anything, anymore? 

© 2014 Wraith.


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that third line made me quite jealous...what a metaphor there...love that image of being so disgusted with it all, what is the point?
good question,
good poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago
true, sometimes life seems vain.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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