Suffering, doom, is there
in the eyes that divide
and look two ways,
not knowing which is
truth and which is lies;
suffering rests like a
cloud of toxicity that
no one can lift but you,
just you—the one
above the feeble best.
30/7/2019
Suffering, doom, is there
in the eyes that divide
and look two ways,
not knowing which is
truth and which is lies;
suffering rests like a
cloud of toxicity that
no one can lift but you,
just you—the one
above the feeble best.
30/7/2019