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He strode quickly Through the Bush,by the tree, over pebble and dead wood.. Bending twisting and breaking, his path was no good All a sma...

Sunday, 24 March 2019

MAZE..




I ran away
I hid myself in the dark

Scared of my own lurking eyes
Frightened by the screaming voices in my head

Sheltered within walls of insecurities
Inside my fortress of fear

Riding on wings of anxiety 
I lie on the stinging judgements

the tomb is closed under eyelids
Now no one can get in and there's no way to get out

Nails of failures sealed me in sadness
Blinds are drawn for an eternity of loneliness

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