It lives inside, surviving at my expense. Parasitic, it takes nourishment from my hope and will. Emancipation cowers under its viscous fog. Though weak when it slumbers, it rests where it is safe
Contented fool
April 13, 2008 By Leave a Comment
A little boy
named Willy
was destined
to be silly
It was his fate
he couldn’t wait
he told his mum
he would be great
he wouldn’t care
what people say
he would be silly
every day
Crisis
April 13, 2008 By Leave a Comment
I am host to a siege carried out in my mind
I feel like the hostage and captor combined
I’ve been taken over by fragments empowered
I want to comply but I act like a coward
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