I knew it was happening.
I sensed it all along.
How could they think I will be deceived?
To make a creator feel threatened by her own creation.
I invented this godforsaken hell.
My own private abyss.
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Deliriously Yours
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that are concise and honest in their approach. They don't preach, they simply are. Within he poems there is a thread of naivety that tugs at you, whilst at the same time there is a sense of worldliness and depth that ba...
HELL
I knew it was happening.
I sensed it all along.
How could they think I will be deceived?
To make a creator feel threatened by her own creation.
I invented this godforsaken hell.
My own private abyss.