Poem 048 A small badly lit room

27 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 048 A small badly lit room


A small badly lit room with no mirror holds a tapestry of where my secrets lie
Hell has followed my imagination and galloped into my sickness
Where its waves whisper terrible truths as they eat away at me and keep me from escaping

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