Monday, March 28, 2016

Dead Skin - Fourth Poem




Dead Skin



I am filled
with a void of nothing

Disoriented
at a crossroads

Which way to take
from here

So many options
none feel true

So many obstacles
all my own

Escape is paramount
yet here I stand

Immobile
Unable

To shed my skin
with the void inside

To leave it behind




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