Stiff Wretched


Snitch catch,

Nothing had


An inactive lad on the bad,

Thinking of sorrowful dreads.


Doesn't know,

Thou is one in decile

Utterly more than versatile.


O' wonder If there was someone,

there waiting for thee.

Would've focused more on major dews,

than minor truce.


Sadness into anger,

Stiff wretched,

No one cares, even it's too bad.

  • Author: Symphonically_Amazed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2023 07:24
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 10

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.