Free us
Save us
Break bondage
The world is inked with disruption, too many bursts to, wipe, mop, plaster and cement. Permanent stains, stains that seep right to the core rotting earths beauty.
Tending not to attach myself, to the physical beauty of the world is my growing habit. With one blink of an eye, you will see quite the sight.
Free us
Save us
Break bondage
It's one thing to create habitat in the mind and wallow in its darkness. To then be pulled out by the almighty, face to face with the reality and devastation of the world I hid away from.
Scary thing is...I thought he wouldn't pull me out or even help me. It would be rain, moon and I till the death of me.
Free us
Save us
Break bondage
Never would I wish for mental darkness on another...a pure death wish is what it is, being eaten from the inside.
How devastating?
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Poetic-ish II
PoetryA continuation from book one of my many forms of expressions. I give you raw and unfiltered reality. Poetic-ish II, began in 2020.
