Window wide open,
the wind whirls
between white walls.
Words
within pages
within books;
all orbit around me.
My spine is bent backwards,
my bones crack,
I stare at the ceiling
with my jaw locked open.
ink exorcises itself
from the papers
into my cortex.
* * *
We seek knowledge.
We seek power.
Only demon-possessed children
stand in our way.
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Welcome to the Sombre Days (7-poem Sample)
PoetryThese 7 poems are a sample from the full-length collection Welcome to the Sombre Days. The poems take the reader on the author's journey of childhood, one where he was different and did not belong. As children, we do not think about queer identities...
