Depression determined to twist my psyche.
Skeleton brittle blistered by the Sun’s twisted psyche.
Every thought consumed in total annihilation.
He does not want even my thoughts to remain.
He wants to wipe the slate clean.
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A poem of absolute destruction. What is the solution?
great poem
Don’t understand first line but I recognize the other three. Think you describe a place I’ve been.
Quite powerful work.
Blessings.
Sincerely,
-Liane Schmidt.
Very nice poem.
That was very deep, nice pic.
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