They looked out beneath the hood,
My eyes,
And roamed to find sanctuary.
Sanctuary within
A person, a ruler of peace.
The cloak brushed against my skin
And angst enveloped me.
He was there,
Peering into my soul.
And what's worse
There was knife protruding out
Off my chest,
And the other end connected me
And him.
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ABSTRACT
Poetry"In the mirror what do you see?" "Don't you realise it will always be me." Rank : 13/6/2017- 304
