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MENTAL HEALTH Poetry RECOVERY

Pathways | Poem

I fear what awaits on those pathways,

We agreed to build on truths of dark love,

Over monstrous, devastated, delusional

Ruins of our souls darkness, starkness

Minds locked in a cage.

Deathra, I search for the ideas and,

To survive the person once said

Better come the pain than emptiness

To amongst other for vengeance.

These lies, ruins, truth, poisoning

Treaty under the sheets we folded,

Come, hold me tight to you,

I fear what awaits on those lost pathways

We shared on lone nights and days

When my mind got loose in senses.

Walk nowadays,

I’m searching deaths again.

©sjwordsmith

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