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I'm back
Winter derails
To descend into hell
Recalling those dreams awake
Of platforms and fairytales
Think well
As I despair
For January to bring
Verses from the manure
Words from the gossip
I already know
My fears, my hatreds
My angel and my demon
vie for the last spot
to write on the blank page
And freedom
feels empty, unwilling to speak
The phone remains silent
I've broken chains
Pardoned the wings that were my sentence
and my illness
Embeds in the verse, pleading for mercy
Tomorrow will dawn
I can't guarantee when
My only truth?
Movement proves itself by walking
© winterman
To descend into hell
Recalling those dreams awake
Of platforms and fairytales
Think well
As I despair
For January to bring
Verses from the manure
Words from the gossip
I already know
My fears, my hatreds
My angel and my demon
vie for the last spot
to write on the blank page
And freedom
feels empty, unwilling to speak
The phone remains silent
I've broken chains
Pardoned the wings that were my sentence
and my illness
Embeds in the verse, pleading for mercy
Tomorrow will dawn
I can't guarantee when
My only truth?
Movement proves itself by walking
© winterman
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