Coward COWARD -0- Hands freeze On the wheel Horns scorn They fly around They tease I’m weary Of the constant conflict Of picking up the gauntlet Of being a ‘MAN’ Go on, heckle me I don’t care I am a coward Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
I’ve missed the poetry. Very nice.
Thanks Anica. 🙂