Many years we spent in sorrow
Where we sat so small and humble
Still we stand and stand tomorrow
Many years we spent in sorrow
Sincere love or lust to borrow?
But we stood despite our stumble
Many years we spent in sorrow
Where we sat so small...
Friendship, Love, Poem, Poetry, Triolet, Verse, cycle
A collar asphyxiates my desires to thriveloosening only to allow a gasp of prosperity -then it tightens again, increasing my life's complexities.A collar asphyxiates my desires to thrivepreventing knowledge from entering my brainI can't pay to learn...
Breathe again, Collar, Poetry, Poverty, Triolet, asphyxiation, desire, money, poem