An early morning July fogSuffocating my surroundings in obscurityMy way is unclear. Chapters closing ceaselesslyAnd predictability lies in the constancyOf more confusion. I clench my teethAnd claw relentlessly at my scalpIt hurts. It hurts. My heart is tiredRefugees are not the only displacedWhere indeed, is home? What is life?A frantic rush to find a pathYetContinue reading “July Fog”
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