LPiA-24 Nov. 17

[carahmellow]

Now that I am worn and old
Never filled that gaping hole
Breaking people for their gold
Saving up to buy a soul 
Flesh that's warm who's heart is cold
To return each toll I stole
Wasted efforts as I'm told
I'm still a troll, a worn old troll

I really love this one... poor troll. I love poems that show a different and unique perspective