Wicked Games

Wicked Games

A Poem by Redraven

What a wicked game we play. I’ll pretend it’s fine but it reality I’m curling in a ball.

These thoughts of myself worth and hatred only disappear for so long.

They are always at arms length, ready to be embraced at a moments noticed.

The edges of my mind, the dark cave, always full with damaging thoughts.

Once again they shall be known.

© 2020 Redraven


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Added on May 12, 2020
Last Updated on May 12, 2020
Tags: Damage, self worth, fool, bad thoughts

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Redraven
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