Beneath The Tree – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Dying to die,

living to live,

I asked the question of those around me,

but their hand stayed,

their hate no reprieve,

my emptiness suffocating me,

my release not mine to give,

I cant escape the walls of living,

for the world makes it not so,

yet the flesh that houses my spirit,

weak and slow,

could empty out my essance

and start again,

like a wind,

like a seed,

a forgiveness to others,

I just want to be free..

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