untitled (Senryu)
cobbled street —
seeping through the cracks
my childhood
cobbled street —
seeping through the cracks
my childhood
The witching hour passes in a jiffy.A cauldron of repressed torment flows from a blemished soul.The spectre of my harrowing past stood with open arms,ready to devour me into its crater of debacle.Your stinking touch still ravages my sanity.Your stares defiled my vanity.I was broken beyond measure!My childhood wasn’t a treasure.It turned to a curse,Those days when existence was sombre
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