The sounds of the crowds around me, drowning My thoughts. I ought not to be fraught with Jealousy, indelibly. To hell with me; To hell with them. Endlessly rendering Judgment and grudges, uttering loveless Orgies of words. Gorging on stories that are more or less Lies that are cited as wise. Their eyes always dryContinue reading “Bullied”
Brandon Ellrich, Writer/Author/Poet
The author and his work
Brandon Ellrich, Writer/Author/Poet 