The only one you can manipulate is yourself, we can’t be fixated on the
pasts physical and mental torture, excluded features of sorrows expression rising in frenzy, this desires surrounded in uncomfortable claustrophobia.
The abyss of your walking space fluctuates, the eyes wish a compassion
looming in dark clouds, desperately broke,
The intensity of a temporary significance scolded, punished these deceptive emotions
Somehow you gain a reputation is it time to be considerate to yourself.
Falling on your face in abundance, obviously an unconscious action of
events, we are not alone in listening
The projected vision divulged from hardships dismayed with restlessness look at the evidence.
Wipe away tears in a strange place, negociations are not your own fault,
sad figure and you gain everyone’s disapproval wipe away rejection.
Voice mind persona is another’s discomfort
Insult by the lack of acknowledgement,
larkdrewhand
The junk yard procession
Art, poetry
Issue one