I dreamt of running around the meadows,
Full of glee my heart is chanting
As I rest my head above my elbow
Shit memories that are hunting

Those blaming faults, they chase and they follow
They feed on my cries and grunting
Bitter tears that I’m obliged to swallow
My ugliness seems enchanting.

Thy imagination is as hallow,
Like birds, feathers are landing.
Please take back the life you made me borrow.
Prayers were never sending.

-PM ,2018

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