The song I heard was dirge,
It kept me reminding my past,
the song played as my bridge,
and I am the one who was running so fast.
I was locked myself in a cage,
for I was danger when I rage,
My anger in every gauge,
I am trying to calm,
for i contact my palm,
to enter my real realm.
YOU ARE READING
I was wrong
PoetryPoems that I wrote when I was and am experiencing depress and down. I am going to finish this poems of mine tomorrow evening in our time....
