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Broken
There is nothing , but a blank sheet
A pen...and a briar tangled mind
Cut with all the thorns of this
Fucked up existence that
Could ever explain her
abuse...
But ink doesn't stain the paper
When the fingers on the hand
That grip the pen
Have been broken...
Beyond use...
Much like the mind.
A pen...and a briar tangled mind
Cut with all the thorns of this
Fucked up existence that
Could ever explain her
abuse...
But ink doesn't stain the paper
When the fingers on the hand
That grip the pen
Have been broken...
Beyond use...
Much like the mind.
Published 22nd Jun 2020
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22nd Jun 2020 9:22pm
23rd Jun 2020 00:27am
Do you know what a briar is? I don't wish to elaborate... I'm just writing as I like.
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- Edited 11th Dec 2020 6:45pm
23rd Jun 2020 2:06pm
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29th Jun 2020 7:25pm
This is so heartbreaking, buddy. Being subjected to mental abuse & some physical as a child, it leaves a permanent stain of pain. I take it the pen & paper references were metaphors, but maybe not as it doesn't take much to stifle the muse under so much pressure. I always say though, faceted writes are epic, giving a reader the ability to draw their own conclusions. Haunting with palpable feeling. Hugs with love and light, dearest friend. 💞
