
I’ve got borders a fortress and gaurdrails a garden of tombs
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No space for emotion got love and hate filling rooms
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I’ve been hoarding my feelings in skyscrapers and doom
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Held hostage in buildings I’m done billing old wounds
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I’m bitter and broken too much hate to consume
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Leave me suspicious and paranoid while this dark agent looms
This is brilliant I love how it flows and the content really resonates with me
I think we all have a bit of paranoia, leery of this world and the others who live in it. Thanks for visiting ❤
Your welcome we wouldn’t be human If we didn’t it keeps us alive
A garden full of tombs is such a haunting and powerful image.
Thank you, this world is suspect for sure ❤
Nice poetry 🆗
Thank you 😊
Powerful words.
Thank you Paula, this comment got away from me ❤️