My mind, ripped from fantasy
like a child from its mother’s
arms, searches frantically

for an escape from reality back
into dream and solace; wherein
the darkness anonymous am I,

while the banquet of my soul takes
place with loathing, sorrow, and
guilt gorging upon misery and me

art: by Eric Lacombe

Published by a.d.matthias

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