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In the pit of my stomach

March 29, 2014

Deep in the pit of my stomach

lies a churning fit of despair

an anxious strain of vulnerability

a ceaseless refrain from societies complicity.

if only to reach out and love another!

something in which to take cover

an escape and a hiding place

a warmth that smothers all disgrace.

No option to take this route

I remain silent, mute, enveloped in quietude

The road ahead is barren, long and dark

but peacefully on that journey can I embark.

 

 

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