Poems from Coolb015
If the poor inspired fear in a crowded, poverty-stricken city, the rich inspired not so much fright as the apprehension of condescension...
What has manifested remains to be a smudge on my cup.
My attitude is subtle but yet I carry the filament of misanthropic morse.
More so,...
Raiding the cabinets inspecting the pantry and checking each cupboard for a snack.
I never had much to eat, one meal a day usually made...
I've questioned my state and existence in life. Outlining my circumstances and challenging theories.
I hope this state of purgatory...
The euphoria of a great song that overwhelms your senses and forces you to smile regardless of the situation.
The melody of crescendo...