6

A lie,

it’s how it started,

it grew,

it became something new,

it twisted,

it turned,

it devoured me whole,

I called,

and I cried,

I prayed for release,

but it never came,

so I fought,

I drew blood,

mine,

not its,

I begged,

and I pleaded,

It never heard my words,

it never cared,

it never saw,

and in that,

I had my chance.

4 Replies to “6”

    1. Thanks so much, it’s a bit of mind dumping, I’m working my way though a very overly complicated story and the pomes are my way of conveying not just the story itself but my mind at the time 🙂 I’m glad people are finding it entertaining, as I’m quite enjoying it.

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