On my dark days

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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