Let dreams chase you (Remove filter)
Scavengers
They live in grand abandoned buildings, these are the ancestors of poor children. Chased away, in some cases killed and beaten by the rich folk and their paid for freedom keepers.
Hunted we are like rats or foxes made to hide behind thinly veiled boxes holding breath as to not breathe the gases so noxious.
I find myself living within this damp and cluttered house of sin, protecte...
Wednesday 2nd October 2024 10:55 pm
Recent Comments
Trevor Alexander on Farewell
14 minutes ago
Auracle on The Nobel Prize for Lies
59 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Nobel Prize for Lies
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on YORKSHIRE DAY
1 hour ago
John Coopey on YORKSHIRE DAY
2 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Farewell
2 hours ago
Alexia_Supreme on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
5 hours ago
Landi Cruz on frankenstein
6 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on The Nobel Prize for Lies
14 hours ago
Trevor Alexander on Target
16 hours ago