Seasons of Stillness and Suffering

  • My physical body aches Terribly as it resonates through my bones like a chord plucked on worn acoustic guitar strings I beg for the release of the metallic chains of my inability to see beyond the depths of my own soul And find clarity in front of me It's not like it isn't feasible the task never too small As I've empowered myself to embrace the most hellish haphazard nightmares In the most paralyzing of possesions
This poem is about: 
My community
Our world
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