for weeks
wrong and upside down
another's cruelty
passed onto me
dealt and lashed
against my will
lost in a soup of tears
down the merry hole of
life
down gobbled up
in a bubble of
hope
it will always
be close to my
soul
hidden in knitted
webs
of close encounters
that are meant to
mean nothing
yet mean everything
I grabbed at straws
but was forgotten in
a sea
of buried pain.
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