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Purgatory
Demolished by the will of self,
has left my soul behind.
I get into these moments,
where fear can tell me lies.
Consumed by the distraction,
I set up my demise.
Illusions from the feelings,
that live inside my mind.
Saturate the picture,
as tears make me go blind.
I'm stuck inside a force field,
with a toe tag on my foot.
Screaming out for help,
but no one stops to look.
The dreams I had all perish,
from the body I abused.
Broken down and tattered,
from all that I amused.
When no longer I can give,
from all that came to take.
I become a name upon a cross,
made from metal stake.
How could I
be full of faith,
but show up like I'm blind?
Tiffany Long
9.27.2023
has left my soul behind.
I get into these moments,
where fear can tell me lies.
Consumed by the distraction,
I set up my demise.
Illusions from the feelings,
that live inside my mind.
Saturate the picture,
as tears make me go blind.
I'm stuck inside a force field,
with a toe tag on my foot.
Screaming out for help,
but no one stops to look.
The dreams I had all perish,
from the body I abused.
Broken down and tattered,
from all that I amused.
When no longer I can give,
from all that came to take.
I become a name upon a cross,
made from metal stake.
How could I
be full of faith,
but show up like I'm blind?
Tiffany Long
9.27.2023
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