A gracious way to …

There is something that I cannot deny –

Something horrid, dark and vile,

Trapped in a hidden corner

Inside my troubled mind.


It has a voice,

It has a spine,

It has two hands,

Which control mine.


I dare not shut one of my eyes,

Or It will grab me by surprise,

Drag me down that wretched road,

From which there’s no coming back no more.


My gaze is thrown upon that stool,

Upon that sturdy rope of wool,

A dangling latter to the sky,

A slow and gracious way to…

(Bild von Jonny Lindner auf Pixabay)

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