Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Stuck

It reached out to me
like Rope

Tethered me!
I choke

It breathed in me
like Smoke

Release Me!
I croak.

I strained against the Burden,
of My Staying Soul

Making Hell into a Heaven,

I Did Hope . . . 
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