Get Your Premium Membership

Slave To Myself

I do not own anything, At all, Not even Myself Hanging my thoughts on a shelf I do not own those either, Thinking to myself, Where do I belong? Wishing that this suffering can be gone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 10/4/2016 2:07:00 AM
Hope as you wish
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs