Aug 23, 2022
1 min read
I Saw My Passion Blossom
A poem about rotting away or getting rejuvenated by your passion in life
Dead legs,
barely any sleep,
the passion was robbed from me,
I became a withered man the next day.
My friends was lost,
my leg muscles were rotting,
there was little left to grasp hold of,
a…
