I finally understood
through these echoes of one's despairness
they never actually got easier
in fact,
it has become a little of my own liberal,
warm calamity
to keep undoing the loathing
of killing its own bitter, fateful spirits
on a warm plate
besides needing my sanity back
I'll spread the weary load
on another sort of pinfold
so I don't see myself
sitting for hours
in the shower again
-a.
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PoetryMy collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.