Oct 2017
I was ******* poetry
Right out of the womb
Now I am ******* poetry
On the way to my tomb
One you escape from
One you do not
Life is a dead end
Suicide is a hope
Walking along dead end streets
Losing memories and endless sleep
Running away from fears unknown
******* away moments, a life stolen
Right out of the womb
Now I am ******* poetry
On the way to my tomb
One you escape from
One you do not
Life is a dead end
Suicide is a hope
Walking along dead end streets
Losing memories and endless sleep
Running away from fears unknown
******* away moments, a life stolen
Inspired by a poem I found that I had written when I was around 7 years old.
The title is an anagram.
The title is an anagram.
(Montreal)
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