The Great Escape
Dark ferality
slow strangulation
spiralling desire
shrouding us in fear
of our own making
No cure in sight
we slip in gloom
shadows seem real
noose around neck
In stillness
we embrace
love divine
Presence
then feels
Bliss
05-October-2020
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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