Trailblazer
I am trapped in this sterile place.
My voice is forced to pace.
The love I once rasped about.
Is lost in the horror of doubt.
My trail is burned like trash.
As if my mark is a field of ash.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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