Poetry for the traumatized
For years I’ve navigated the trenches
But I lost the battle for my twenties
By putting my faith in pen and paper
When the glory was in manual labor
Simple delusions became tantalising
And the near misses were agonising
I had chances to cash out my chips
But I lose control when my mood flips
I’d spend all night...
But I lost the battle for my twenties
By putting my faith in pen and paper
When the glory was in manual labor
Simple delusions became tantalising
And the near misses were agonising
I had chances to cash out my chips
But I lose control when my mood flips
I’d spend all night...