The Whimpering Young ManA Poem by iTryToWriteAllTheTimeWho fears outside the cage, thrown out into the world. Virgin am I, to the likes of danger and craft. Monsters sharpen their razor- like claws on young like me. The whimpering man lays in his cage, pulls his headphones over his ears, and day dreams until even his bones rot.
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Added on April 9, 2025 Last Updated on April 9, 2025 Author
iTryToWriteAllTheTimeDavenport, IAAboutI write poetry, trying to work my way into bigger things, but started with poetry. I've got a big catalogue I think of poetry I'd like to share. more.. |
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