The habit
of hurting me.
I come back dirty,
empty,
peeled.
Is it my fault?
The shadow
that has accompanied me
for as long as I can remember.
Each blow
cracks the dome,
the inhabitants...
ruined by pain.
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Damaso (
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A deep message in this poem dark and foreboding it speaks to the doubt and questioning or ourselves that reside in all of us. Lovely
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