I didn’t asked
for any colourful reason
to tell me about the truth
It had, already
taken up larger vacuity
into my dead trunk
I am no more ‘myself’
nor am I an emanating grief
I am an eternal cavity
pecking up my deepest truth
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Metaphoric and contemplative
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