☆*:. → 💌

@latenightemails.bsky.social

What I thought would be a ticket out of here, became, simply, a distraction... I got my wish in knowing who Crange was, but I had to endure the monotony of his lazy, selfish life. I had no real control over his actions, of which there were few.

Just the Poems

@justthepoems.com

“2. Pain” by Ivor Gurney

PAIN, pain continual; pain unending;
Hard even to the roughest, but to those
Hungry for beauty.... Not the wisest knows,
Nor most pitiful-hearted, what the wending
Of one hour’s way meant. Grey monotony lending
Weight to the grey skies, grey mud where goes
An army of grey…

☆*:. → 💌

@latenightemails.bsky.social

What I thought would be a ticket out of here, became, simply, a distraction... I got my wish in knowing who Crange was, but I had to endure the monotony of his lazy, selfish life. I had no real control over his actions, of which there were few.