the world shut it’s mouth where nothing seems to destroy the fire within me
so glad nothing is closing my pains /unless a gogh painting\ sometimes i regret
how far i’ve fought the only thing that can
break me is me –>
i know…
i’ve given everything
i’ve given everything i own
i’ve given everything cared
for — so now gone to hell
and far away i screamed to
the outside world.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 