The house is crumbling
Weak,
Holed
Walls.
Absent roof,
It's not a shelter anymore
My house is crumbling,
And someone,
Someone's inside it.
He keeps on talking
And he needs to stop
– John 🗣
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midnight thoughts
PoetryA compilation of short poems and quotes written by yours truly. Highest: #1 in poetry All Rights Reserved © John Schorwinson 2017 Marvellous cover made by @soundthealarm
