Mind: An Abyss Or Bliss
I flew past my past,
now I passed the past
to present my presence in the present.
Baited by fate, the crescent future faded away.
Darkness or blackness? red or blood? white or snow? love or hate?
this is my mind a blurry premise on a route to a gloomy demise,
obscure voices, faces, places, races died out in this abyss.
Copyright © Romy Roy | Year Posted 2022
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