Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com I've sought out a piece of peace in strange places. Back alleys, smoke, empty bottles and worn out faces. With age I have prayed for relief. Eased burden and freedom from trauma that hangs on my shoulders like weights attached to chains. I listen to them bang and clang … Continue reading End Of My Rope
Rescue Me In the highest room of a castle, Far far away, Hidden in a dense forest in a land Only seen in deep sleep In the highest room of a castle, Is Rapunzel a heartthrob With locks past her knees It hangs like thick, twisted, old vines That wrap around furniture Before … Continue reading Rescue Me
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