![]() AdumbrationA Poem by Ruth Martz
Midnight, bewitching hour
full of horripilation Car door slam bang and the warble act begins No, no, I scream inside the verisimilitude of what will ensue I am a powerless protege a stand in for the only one who could save me but she doesn’t either by ignorance or choice I sit in a chair weeping in despair inside aching trying not to play in hedonistic unholiness I disassociate my mind saving me from the actuality of the death I so desperately need to leave.
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Added on July 25, 2022 Last Updated on July 25, 2022 Author
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