Slow Drip


We all feel the pain.

We move by will.

My glass is full,

but the drip still stings...

You got your fill.

Just worms in the sun,

fooled by the rain.

How many more?

  • Author: \'JoeWolf, (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2018 03:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just life for us who dream too big.
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 22
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