Rocking Devil: 2 of 8

Spirits and wines, filled my days Dark and strong, on rocks, is how I liked it Vision was crowded, with regrets I knew Escalating through a future A future I prepared and worked hard for The future, was smudged with white dust Falling from skies, even on sunny days The future I prepared for, was not any good Not close enough, to anything I imagined Too hard I memorized and recited, all was in vain My future now, relied on something, something, I had no idea of what it could be, or look like This time, I downgraded my hopes … Continue reading Rocking Devil: 2 of 8