Faceless

My sorrows are faceless. Even in a deep slumber, they poke me.Endless. The sky bleeds orange red. Promise of a new day. But, bleeding. Blood.…..death? Oh no. I just heard a crow. Will my pain amplify now? Or just the opposite.Who knows. Yes, my sorrows are faceless.They possess a multitude of masks, though. Oh dear. […]

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