So We Are Told – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Equipped to handle the lies told, we silently stare, no emptiness, no surprise, a favour once learnt, a mirror floating above the floor, you’d say I was lying, given fly, wasted, withered, we die, a perchance to be, utter those words in the dying days, see, there Is no more, there is no me…

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