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Refuge

I took refuge in myself as a

hermit in an ancient cage,

enduring the thunders and 

the howls of angry wolves

in my brain, as the centers

would not hold, no one ever

cared for my broken words

so I started to scribble long

verses on my aching heart

while taking refuge in my

my withered soul caged by

the barrage of human folly. 

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17 thoughts

  1. Thanks Bill, I guess this is the case with all poets out there who take refuge in themselves and pen long verses since no one really gets them.

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