I don't know what I want,
But whatever I get is what I'm scared of.
Petrifying, agonising,
The days alone
are trouble enough,
I'm going nowhere soon,
so pretty sure I'm doomed.
17/9/17
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Escaping Sorrow
PoetryA project where I attempt to overcome the absence of an unknown man supposed to shape a father - whatever that is. Putting this out here is a massive step for me because up to a point of last year I hardly even allowed myself to write down the word...
