Poetry [Untitled Series] – 4

You chisel away at me until you get it to fit into a mould of you’re making. Then you continue to chisel it. You watched me break and bend and break and bend Into the shape you wanted to make. Blemishes and imperfections cured and purged and purified in fire and cold. only to realiseContinue reading “Poetry [Untitled Series] – 4”

Poetry [Untitled Series] – 2

Ripping r I p p I n g ripped I feel the swell from wounds not of my own a deep seeded root an intolerable pain knowing is torment the realisation the choices you made the ramifications I suffer alone. like a thief you stole a phanthom thief stealing my world my body my choiceContinue reading “Poetry [Untitled Series] – 2”