Profit Of The Coin – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Examine me in the sea of tranquillity,

I was not given,

I was not seen,

the terror formed before me,

sight was something expected,

regretted once was lost,

fill me with your hatred,

I’ll tie my noose with it,

spread my wings beneath it,

sour fruit was picked with it,

you hatred,

clean and wise,

dissected in the prions that we call our sins,

not open to a forgiveness,

never let in,

given flight,

given lies,

foolish lies…

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