The First Poem I Ever Posted
From a Wounded Heart now Mended Comes:
Internal Plight of Unending Anxiety
Making the least
Most of the time
Of my stammering
Half dead echo cell
Spending quality time
With the demon
In the mirror
Never was keen
Wit exhumed my ghost
Examine the metaphor
Symbol of a signal
Time to change...
Searching through loss
Earth you wonderful place
Living there only part time
Putrid depths a trap
Demon signed mine
With ochre fire
Rarely quick of wit
Epitaph in a death note
Left statement; pardon me
Hated to leave and offend
Inner endless whisper
Signed my demon
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