Inside the darkness
So dark that the strewn bodies and bones of light cound not penetrate its depth
Life cowers behind the facade of intention
Not born
I invented myself
Living in this prison world
All of us unrepentent and claiming our own innocence
I spit in the face of the person i pretend to be
and weep for the one unseen
Categories:
unrepentent, poetry,
Form: Free verse