The Quiet Island Poem by Laura arwen

Your thorns wounded
my heart
For me the
money and the
books are a
big temptation
Hey God I'm
damned because I'm
living in sin
For me fashion
is a torture,
a discomfort
To do nothing
is quiet boring
but an exciting
experience
Sometimes to be
rich isn't the
right way to
be happy
I might have
the opportunity to
relive the kindness
of blackness
There's nothing to
do when the
pain is too
big
It's hard to
find a reason
for our dreams
We are fool
and ridiculous if
we don't accept
the little changes
There is no
reason to maintain
of the promises
incomprehensible and very
extravagant