Thursday, 13 January 2022

Questioned Dignity



Words not enough to express
Tears fall till they dry
leaving my cheeks
pink blushed

weary wales abound and my soul
bangs the prison in my mind
yelling., let me out
free me from me
let it be known that most vicious of danger i have encountered 
is myself. 

A cornered soul 
A troubled heart 
A bound spirit  
A mislead body 

This is a recipe for disaster!







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