Inner Self

[Sequence of parts of me which are mostly like "dark" secrets, but that I am now leaving open to interpretation]


what you really should do
is stick up to your own prison...
My little girl... I’m
about to leave you
for I am merely that who carries the
undying candle
deliveries it to your door
but always ought to walk away...
Empty- handed
diminished in spirit and
enhanced in soul...
For what I once had is now yours, my dear!

I walk like a book
my end
my middle
and my beginning already known.

In hope to find another
candle bearer I must wander
on my own.
All these girls… none walk with me.



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