Turn back,
come back,
go back,
return.
Doubt,
it embeds deep,
into your very heart,
poisons, your blood,
speaks, twisted truths,
whispers, haunting lies,
controls you,
stopping you from breaking free.
YOU ARE READING
Odds and ends
PoetryThese poems tend to defy categorisation , so I have given them what they deserve their own category. Please enjoy these odds and ends
