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Actualising Trajectory (poem)

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What voices whisper to me is foul
I am shocked as I hear and I howl
often sitting with head in my hands
disappointed by a life’s failed plans
In front of my eyes darkness is unfurled
Schizoid must mean upside down in this world
looking into spooky cracks no one else can see
will it ever amount to a real destiny ?


Written by Luke Dunn

October 5, 2017 at 9:50 am

Posted in Poems

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