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Reflections in my mind's eye
I see their vain eyes, their large soulless eyes,
that glower and twist and torture thy soul.
I feel their tough hands, oft wrapped round my throat,
and find myself choke, choke, choke, choke and choke.
Why can’t they leave me? Why are they still here?
Tethered in my mind’s eye, they cling to me.
And oh - how they just scream, and scream, and scream,
their endless battle-cry, my mind so worn.
Ne’er comes the silence of which my soul longs,
to abide in stillness, where nil is wrong.
07/16/2024
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Charlotte Watkins
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