I sit here in this Dark Abyss knowing the woman who gave birth to me has decived me .
In my early years of my life,
I did not know that kiss goodbye only meant "see you in a few days".
Who knew that they were filled with deciet and that every hug was a curse.
And these hand greetings were just digging a pit next to hers.
Repeativtively I allude to God to remove that hinderence.
These burdens are so heavy,when they disintegrate the debris will clog the lungs of denial and destroy the otter walls.
Thats why I moved myself from the Abyss of Destruction.
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My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
