Poems from rangerdrn214
I’ve been exhausted in vain
Becoming a waste of space
Growing used to verbal abuse
For a minimum wage
Most days I’m running on a false...
I feel the sparks of potential
Igniting in my veins
It lights a fire beneath my fingers
And the words come in waves
Would could
What...
Permanant marker X's
All across her mirror
She stands in the same spot
And looks at every error
Like a wrong answer
Like a failed...
Curled up on an armchair
My fingers stained with ink or lead
Shaking hands and too many tears shed
I've never been able to get this...
I've been exhausted in vain,
Becoming a waste of space
Growing used to the verbal abuse,
For a minimum wage
Most days I'm running on...