Routine of Terror
The walls of despair hides in the dark
Who can phantom the blood guilt of shame?
One moment there is a smile but the night ends in grief
The nightmare of uncertainty rests in the heart of potential
The mind is captured by the caterwaul of regret
Voices refuse to cease due to the human condition
How can one escape from this voracious world?
She slanders her own name
Individualism screams for liberty
Yet, we're trapped by our own understanding
Copyright © Anthony Passmore | Year Posted 2024
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