"beddazling" poems
running into the ancient stone,
going straight with every curves.
obfuscating thy own desired path,
look straight forward—
there’s no going back.
blinded by the beddazling darkness,
as it striked my body and soul,
no escape, just let it go!
trapped.
tangled.
emmeshed.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC