Stolen In The Drain Of Time – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

stripped and stolen,
the woven pages of a story told too many times,
hurt,
but not broken,
the scorpion was able to see,
yet it was blind,
or was that me,
whatever the fact,
the case was simple,
chosen in the eyes of a world,
we gave the care,
like a weapon,
caved skulls,
flesh ripped from bone,
open the doorway,
succumb,
done,
alone…

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