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The Hanging Tree
I lay beneath the hanging tree
Where thoughts of who I used to be
Like salty tears, dripped from me
Falling
to
mediocrity
And everything that I could be
And everything I thought I'd see
Lays waste beneath the canopy
Of that ancient, screaming hanging tree
Monday 16th September 2024 10:47 pm
Mind Garden
The garden seems much smaller
The grass, not so green
Inside, the walls close ever in
And harbour silent screams
I clutch at straw crumbling to grain
And feed it to myself again
This pain
This pain
This recurring pain
That I Inflict time & again
I grab for the stars
And the bright morning sun
But, the closer they come
The further I run
A raindrop ag...
Tuesday 2nd April 2024 1:18 pm
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