An Old Place of Work
My habit of poetry is like an escape,
An endless rant I pour my heart into.
Inspired by many, made a few acquaintances,
I was proud of what was there.
But with the befallen and upsetting news,
I asked myself, "Is it all that worth it?"
The people that worked for their...
An endless rant I pour my heart into.
Inspired by many, made a few acquaintances,
I was proud of what was there.
But with the befallen and upsetting news,
I asked myself, "Is it all that worth it?"
The people that worked for their...