I'm a man of low hopes
I'm a dream of some folks
I'm the Ralph of your course
I'm the hue of your home
It's like a castle out to ease
All the pain that missery feels
I'm caption of your speed
In the dungeon of your sleep
I'm the role of your weeps
I'm the goal of your strength
The only hope that you offense
Sounds of soul in the soil
The wool has burned it's own oil
To light the fire of depth now a days
To carry away the darkness that lost your way
I'm a man of old Wade
3:00pm
11.June.2019
Tuesday
YOU ARE READING
Speechlessness engulfed
PoetryThe poetry is over things that surrounds the expects of my life and the origination of words have been missing from the multiple expects that gathers my heart and fills its with emotions and is dripping the feelings out of it. It explains how deepl...
