Rope

John Edward Smith Jr.

         Unlatch the door
        let the leaves blow in
I caught a glimpse
           of who I could have been
                Nathan's wrath takes me
                    wide apart
      I was done before I tried to start
but now
         in quiet I still believe
            I'll overcome
    this fucking need
 to grieve
but I wonder...

  • Author: lux lucis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 7th, 2026 02:27
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 1
  • In collections: Ray Of Darkness.


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