Woe – Unhinged Poem

Whispers wished upon a plate of overripe food,

maggots feeding on flesh,

a mirror lost in the dirt below,

I saw a devil staring at me,

asking which way it was I had to go,

a choice not mine but it was given to me,

a trust fall,

eyes closed,

wanting to believe,

while everything I harboured betrayed me,

sickness,

sadness,

insanity dipped in infidelity,

woe was the words,

given to my madness…

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