Through The Window It Gazed – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Winding roads that lead to endings unknown, I likened the destiny of my feeble self, designed to be a nothing, fated to be ill felt, my self, my sin, biting, burning, burying all I ever could be, sewing my simple shell shut, trapping, confining, locking my self within…

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