Chaos thrives behind closed doors,
It feeds on fear and doubt
It breeds where once it bred before,
In cruelty's pretty mouth.
*
I wonder, how to find my way,
Through my darkened disarray
I shiver naked on the floor,
Amid the dust of my dismay…
*
Chaos fights the light inside,
My weary, muddled mind
I’m tired of this crazy ride,
Of clocks, that pain rewinds
*
Chaos, find another home,
Don't slay the hope in mine!
I beg, my soul, be free to roam,
The labyrinths of rhyme…
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© Wendy Phelan - 2019/20
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Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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