If only I could find a fitting title.
It's A Poet's Journal
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
To Begin With
Reality idle,
behind you dangles
the hanging man.
A reminder-
what you recollect,
has become a chronic dead-eye.
My mind boggling me,
questions everything
I thought I knew.
I never knew anyone,
or anything.
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