I run in place, still, back to the womb of my childhood. Like the hapless fly stuck in seductive strands of a spider web, I am lodged in the death-stare. I weep in the silence of my father’s dry eye-socket.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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