Black mold

I don´t see any meaning

To live with you is like being

beaten verbally every day

of the year

You made my life hell

And still you stay with me

I have to end this now

Now I been saying this for

So many years

Advertisements
About

I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

Tagged with: , , , , ,
Posted in Poems, Poem, Trial, Poetry, patterns, Ambivalence

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: