by ADEL Jul 11, 2017
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
You who are miserable, somewhere in death, somewhere in life, defend your death with stones, teeth and toes. Along that way your bones are sold, upon the broken pavements and a random poor drawing trees on the remains of your cigarettes. After all, life itself is swept away, somewhere in death, somewhere in life. |
by Noureddine
Well written and deeply thought |
by ddavidd
Dear Adel poetry on. I have missed watching how high you fly when you open your wing to the end. |
by mossgirl19
Short but so many sentiments. Love this. |