METROSPHERE
SELF-REFLECTION Anniston Craddock Poetry
Retribution breaks quiet tranquility Wrapped in a blanket of self-violence Secrets cower over my head Broken by the isolation of my own thoughts Taking refuge under the harrowing pines of resilience Branches crumble under the steps to self-discovery Forgotten within the maze of the forest Broken by the isolation of my own thoughts Stagnant under the darkness of a social construct Bellowing over the howling pain of self-doubt Just leave me here abandoned Broken by the isolation of my own thoughts.
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