via Dubious
By Aarron Mondello
14/11/2017
When the minutes are long and the hours unkind
I seek the dubious safety of my mind
Alas! So many horrors in my memories
My first instinct is to flee
So here I sit outside my head
Neither alive nor living dead
Like a feather I float lifeless on a breeze
No safe haven for me this day it seems.
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