The internal conclusion
The internal conclusion
of what’s happening inside
is confusion
and I’d be the dying bride
The confusion,
the names he throws at me
The conclusion,
the fact that is obvious to see.
I’m not me, but still not you,
I’m not free to be, compared to what you do.
I’m not the one, and you cannot choose it
We cannot run, and you will lose it.
The conclusion will be.
The internal emotions...
Saturday 13th April 2024 6:04 pm
The Inner Feeling
The inner feeling
In which they are hidden
There’s no power of healing
The things that are forbidden
A little, tiny, very small
Peeking through the wall
Short, not very tall
The most whimsical of us all
Power we cannot see
The ghastly things are up for a walk
The prisoners are we
Suddenly we’re not able to talk
A dried fiend,
A false end,
At...
Saturday 13th April 2024 10:27 am
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