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Writer: Kenneth Curtis
Kenneth Curtis
Dec 17, 2020
1 min read

Lonely gaze

Directed at the bottom of trash cans

Where my halo came to rest

Alongside unwanted goodbyes

That lap the dreams aborted by black clouds


Abandoned;


I swipe away sleep crust,

As I lay peacefully in an unmade casket

Life resurrected me from.

Left searching,

A stolen heart conquered by my demons

Do I offer my sanity?

Or die quietly inside my emotions who burn slow?

 
 
 

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