A redundancy,
I smell disdain.
No escape from the pungency.
A failure to break the chain.
A hole grows,
Inside while only one knows.
You, the keeper,
of the inner weeper.
Why wasn't there a difference?
No time to change?
A guess made from inference.
With 10 years, how strange.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 9:26 PM UTC
A redundancy,
I smell disdain.
No escape from the pungency.
A failure to break the chain.
A hole grows,
Inside while only one knows.
You, the keeper,
of the inner weeper.
Why wasn't there a difference?
No time to change?
A guess made from inference.
With 10 years, how strange.