236 July 29, 2021July 26, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings ~ Leave a comment You now have the fame Nothing will slow down your train Why so unhappy?
169 May 2, 2021April 29, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings ~ Leave a comment Frantically Scratching At his deformed image In the mirror Hyperventilating He cried “Please help I need air” Fallen idol Emotional bowl of jello Desecrated soul Pissed in his own rice bowl Alone There are no more calls No longer the star Of the Masquerade balls
The Hermit Poet's Ramblings 