Wicker Baskets – Unhinged Poem

An emptiness broken,

an unknown open,

a doorway spoken,

words misspelt,

steps misplaced,

a travelling circus full of monsters,

a theatre of penance,

a mask to hide beneath,

my sins not my own,

my mind not mine,

an uncontrolled whisper,

a shadow unknown,

my ferry ride to the other side,

my coins over my eyes,

your dress of red,

my careless pride,

ask not I,

ask not why…

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