Like the Mist On 2016091020160910 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems Depression clouding everything, Genetic altered air — For like the mist that covers him, The gray is Everywhere To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
