Aug 31, 2022
1 min read
A More Decent Place
a poem
Out here runnin’ game
on these pains
Head up, walking ahead
in my shame.
Nevermind you, these stains,
left behind
by your once loving gaze,
long since exchanged.
Do you have a story to tell that you need to put to rest? Put It To Rest. Then Let it Go!
