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TURNING - the CoRneR

A revolving

TRAP door

ILLUMINATING gravedigger

 

Lonely eyes

 

Where dreams

Came to die

Loaded gun

 

Brokenness UNDONE

 

Sifting through

Piles of stone

Searching for

 

A whole NEW meaning

 

HOLDING

On too what

Always fighting

 

The failures

 

Of wasting time

Staying between

The LINES

 

Has become a bit easier

 

If I could speak

NOW into existence

Why did it take

 

So LONG to get me HERE

 

Dead end roads

Piled up

MIRRORS on the walls

 

They LIED to me

All my life

A replica I’m not

 

No longer a PRISONER

 

Of the games

That they played

A MERE image of what

 

I used to be

SQUASHED

That dog won’t HUNT anymore

 

He’s buried and dead

 

Prettier PICTURES

Became me

 

Blank CANVASES

NOW of my

Own CHOOSING

 

They light up

MY world to no end

 

I CREATE what I want

And do what

I SEE FIT with them

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49 / M / HEAVENS GATE
Published
May 23
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