Words In a Still Mind
A mass of tangled twine
Convoluted madness
A center core of darkness
Each strand restrained
No logical way out
No sense to be made
Succumbed to the growing darkness
Silenced and forgotten
Copyright © Debbie Harrington | Year Posted 2023
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