it became clear
that it was the silence that pressed me against rocks and hard places
and it was the noise and movement of busy bodies in my environment that distracted me from my emotions until they eventually fade away
i dont throw subliminal shade today
im over it
the closing of one door
opens so many others within me
a change of perception
the likelihood of deception is as visible
as a hand if i held one out in front of me
misery is under me
//e.b.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
