Monday, October 12, 2020

My Personal Hell


My Personal Hell
By Lord R.e. Taylor

I'm still alive
Travelling between worlds
Not knowing where I am
Not sure where I am going
Somewhere dark and frightening
Somewhere light and welcoming
It doesn't matter to me
Just as long as you are not with me
Everywhere I go is a Hell
And that is a Hell I deserve

Photo – “Spiritless” by Harsa Mitra

 

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